Subject: Epitaphs (Page 2)

Here lies Dr Keene, the good Bishop of Chester, who eat up a fat goose, but could not digest her.

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Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

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“Don’t Try”

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Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

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Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

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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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Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

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Here lies a man beneath this sod, – Who slandered all except his God, – And him he would have slandered too, – But that his God he never knew.

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He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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Since all that's mortal turns to dust, Reader! be humble and be just; 'Twill ease thy mind of anxious care, and sooth thy passage — God knows where!

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Some have children, others none, Here lies the mother of twenty one.

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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 into the dust, the mouldering crust, of Eleanour Bachelour's shoven; well versed in the arts of pies, custards, and tarts. And the lucrative skill of the oven. When she lived long enough, she made her last puff, a puff by her husband much praised, now here she doth lie and makes a dirt pie, in hopes that her crust shall be raised.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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I put my wife beneath this stone, for her repose and for my own.

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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.

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The land I cleared is now my grave. Think well, my friends, how you behave

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At last I get top billing.

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Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

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