Author: Epitaph

Pray, reader, stop, and read my fate, – What caused my life to terminate; – For thieves one night, when in my bed, – Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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For a good time, dig.

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Here lies the body of John Smith. Buried in the cloisters. If he don't jump at the last trump, call, Oysters!

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Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

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She was in health at 11.30 A. M. – And left for Heaven at 3.30 P. M.

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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Robert Phillip, gravedigger: Here I lie at the Chancel door; Here lie I because I am poor; The farther in the more you pay; Here I lie as warm as they.

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As a stranger she did die, in strange lands she doth lie. Here by strangers she was laid, and her funeral charges paid.

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They abounded in riches but she wore the britches

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Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

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"Here I lie, and no wonder I am dead, for the wheel of a wagon went over my head."

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At rest beneath this slab of stone, lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt. He died one morning just at ten, and saved a dinner by it.

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Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

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Here lies Donald and his wife Janett McPhee, aged 40 he and 30 she.

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Here lies my wife in earthy mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! wake her not, for now she’s still; she had, but now I have my will.

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John Macpherson Was a remarkable person. He stood six feet two Without his shoe, And he was slew At Waterloo.

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Julia Newton – died of thin shoes, April 17th, 1839, age 19 years.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

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Hi! – Stay high – Bye

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Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

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