Subject: Epitaphs (Page 13)

I am not grieved, my dearest life. Sleep on, I've got another wife. Therefore, I cannot come to thee For I must go and live with she.

Office upstairs.

Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent – In his last cosy tenement.

He who dies with the most toys wins

A rum cough carried him off.

All you that please these lines to read, it will cause a tender heart to bleed, I murdered was up on the fell, and by the man I knew full well; by bread & butter which he'd laid, I, being harmless, was betray'd. I hope he will rewarded be, that laid the poison there for me.

Weep not for me mother & brothers dear, It is God's wish that I am here. At my sweet age I swallowed a bone That sent me to a happy home.

Rodney Dangerfield – There Goes The Neighborhood

I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

The dust of Melantha Gribbling, swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

Leslie Nielsen (1926 – 2010) “Let ‘er rip”

None of us ever voted for Roosevelt or Truman

This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

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

Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

My candle burns at both ends, – It will not last the night, – But Oh, my foes, – And Ah, my friends, – It gives a lovely light

Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear. To dig the dust enclosed here; blessed be the man that spares these stones, and curst be he that moves my bones.

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

Struck by thunder.

She lived genteely on a small income.