Subject: Epitaphs (Page 19)

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Sacred to the memory of Henry Harris who died from a kick by a colt in his bowells. Peacable and quiet, a friend to his father and mother, respected by all who knew him, gone to the world where horses don’t kick, where sorrow and weeping are no more.

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… Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones; for her death held no terrors. She was born a maid and died a maid. No hits, no runs, no heirs.

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Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

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

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Here lies Arnel. ‘You should see the other guy.’

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A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

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Sacred to the memory of Major James Brush, Royal Artillery, who was killed by the accidental discharge of a pistol by his orderly…

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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Constant Craps 1913-1977

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DOUBT – Martha Mae “Take the back roads!” • Bill – “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

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Peace to his hashes.

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Office upstairs.

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 Here lies the body of Dr Hayward, a man who never voted. Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.

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Getting there is half the fun!

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

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Throughout his life he kneaded bread and deemed it quite a bore. But now six feet beneath earth's crust he needeth bread no more.

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Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it, – for colder are my friends above it.

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Connection reset by peer – He came, he saw, he logged out

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