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 lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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Here lies an honest lawyer – and that is Strange.

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d—l.

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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Poorly lived and poorly died. Poorly buried and no one cried.

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I'm in on a plot.

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A thousand ways cut short our days, none are exempt from death. A honey-bee by stinging me did stop my mortal breath.

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Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

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… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

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Ruth and Johnny, Side by side, Went out for an auto ride, They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree, And John kept going – Ruthlessly.

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I’d rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.

(234 – 149 BC) Roman statesman
Death Epitaphs

18 years a maiden, 1 year a wife, 1 day a mother, then I lost my life.

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Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

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Here lies entombed one Roger Morton, whose sudden death was early brought on; trying one day his corn to mow off, the razor slipped and cut his toe off. The toe, or rather what it grew to, an inflammation quickly flew to; the parts they took to mortifying, And poor dear Roger took to dying.

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d…l.

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Open, open wide ye golden gates that lead to the heavenly shore. Our father suffered in passing through and mother weighs much more.

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They finally took Our good friend Scott, When a lightning bolt could not

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Captain Thomas Coffin, died 1842, age 50 years. He's done a-catching cod and gone to meet his God.

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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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