Subject: Epitaphs (Page 21)

Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

Legacy of BPH – Liar • Thief • Cheat • Selfish • Unsharing • Unloving • Unkind • Disloyal • Dishonorable • Unfaithful

She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.

The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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

Here lies the body of John Mound, lost at sea and never found.

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

Constant Craps 1913-1977

Here lies Clyde – Whose life was full – Until he tried – To milk a bull.

Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

Here richly, with ridiculous display, the politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

To the Green Memory of William Hawkings, Gardener: Planted Here With Love and Care By His Grieving Colleagues

RUSSELL J. LARSEN – Two things I love most, good horses and beautiful women, and when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine, and make it into a ladies riding saddle, so I can rest in peace between the two things I love.

Charity, wife of Gideon Bligh, underneath this stone doth lie. Nought was she e'er known to do, that her husband told her to.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

A live Dog is better than a dead Lion. Come drop a tear as you pass by, as you are now so once was I, as I am now you soon must be, prepare for death and follow me.

Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.