Subject: Epitaphs (Page 12)

They were two living sisters, who in this dust do lie. The very day Annie was buried Elizabeth did die.

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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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How did it get so dark ?!?

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Sacred to the remains of Jonathan Thompson. A pious Christian and affectionate husband. His disconsolate widow continues to carry on his grocery business At the old stand on Main Street: Cheapest and best prices in town.

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Gone home below.

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Goembel John E. – 1867–1946 – "The defense rests."

Epitaphs Lawyers

Thorp’s Corpse

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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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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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This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

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I don't know how to die.

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I thought my doctor said I was heading for a rave.

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

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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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Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

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Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery free, Who long was a bookseller's hack. He led such a damnable life in this world I don't think he'll ever come back.

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She failed her breathalizer test now she lays with the best

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Here lies the father of 29; he would have had more but he didn't have time.

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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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