Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

Epitaphs

Our life is but a summer's day: Some only breakfast, and away; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed; The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large his account who lingers out the day; Who goes the soonest, has the least to pay.

Epitaphs

How did it get so dark ?!?

Epitaphs

This stone was raised to Sarah Ford, not Sarah's virtues to record, for they're well known to all the town. No Lord; it was raised to keep her down.

Epitaphs

Here lies Sissie Chang – Fumbled a grenade, went out with a bang

Epitaphs

Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

Epitaphs

Here lies a man who all his mortal life, spent mending clocks, but could not mend his wife. The larum of his bell was ne’er so shrill as was her tongue, aye, clacking like a mill. But now he’s gone – oh whither none can tell, but hope beyond the sound of Matty’s bell.

Epitaphs

Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

Epitaphs

Here I lie, snuck as a bug in a rug – Two rows down in same cemetery – Here I lie, snugger than that other bugger

Epitaphs

“I See Dumb People”

Epitaphs

The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

Epitaphs

No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

Epitaphs

Here Lieth W.W. – Who never more will, trouble you, trouble you

Epitaphs

Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning.

Epitaphs

Bill Blake – was hanged by mistake.

Epitaphs

G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here. In life he was both hale and stout. Death brought him to his bitter bier. Now in heaven he hops about.

Epitaphs

Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

Epitaphs

Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

Epitaphs

Transplanted

Epitaphs

Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

Epitaphs

Here lies Andrew – The quality of his armor was not assured

Epitaphs