Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

Brigham Young – born on this spot 1801 – a man of much courage and superb equipment.

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Sacred to the memory of William Skaradon who came to his death by being shot with a Colts revolver, one of the old kind brass mounted and of such is the kingdom of heaven.

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Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

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Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.

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Elizabeth Scott lies buried here, She was born Nov 20th 1785, according to the best of her recollection.

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She did what she could. Not Goodbye, but au revoir. In loving memory of My Dear Wife Annie Edith Faithfull (1877–1954)

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

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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

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I’m A Writer But Then Nobody’s Perfect

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Wherever you be, let your wind go free. For holding it in, was the killing of me.

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I bowl'd, I struck, I caught, I stopp'd. Sure life's a game of cricket; I block'd with care, with caution popp'd, yet Death has hit my wicket.

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I'm in on a plot.

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Returned – Unopened

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My wife lies here. All my tears cannot bring her back, Therefore, I weep.

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Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

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Here lies the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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John Edwards who perished in a fire. None could hold a candle to him.

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