Subject: Epitaphs

Epitaphs:

Humorous, wry or ironic inscriptions from tombs or graves (or a brief statement commemorating or epitomizing) the memory of a deceased person.

Here lies one that once was born and cried, Lived several years — and then he died

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I was Carolina Born – and Carolina bred – and here I lay – Carolina dead!

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Here lies Ezekiel Aikle Age 102 – The Good Die Young.

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Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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Here lies Kelly, we buried him today. He lived the life of Riley, when Riley was away!

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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Here lies Dave Jordan – His last words were a shame… 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'… Unfortunately it was a train

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Hold my drink, you're gonna' love this.

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Jeffrey Bottom – His wife was constantly scolding and scoffing , so he sought for repose in a 12 coin coffin

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To the Memory of Clement Gillman (1882-1946) who led a commonsense and therefore happy life because he stubbornly refused to be bamboozled by his female relations, by his scientific friends and by the rulers spiritual and secular of the society into which without his consent he was born.

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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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Don't worry, I'm merely catching up with sleep.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake. Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

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Here lies an Atheist. All dressed up and no place to go.

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Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

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Here lies Lotta Dust.

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