Subject: Epitaphs (Page 28)

He who dies with the most toys wins

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Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

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Beneath the stone, a lump of clay, lies the man called Peter Hannels, who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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Excuse my dust.

(1893 – 1967) writer, humorist & poet
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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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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Here lies Bernard Lightfoot who was accidentally killed in his forty fifth year.

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Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

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

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A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”

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

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Here lies (the Lord have mercy on her) One of Her Majesty's maids of honour: she was young, slender, and pretty; she died a maid — the more's the pity.

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Sacred to the memory of Miss Martha Grimm. She was so very spare within, she burst the outward shell of sin and hatched herself a cherubim.

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

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This man when alive was a slave, but behold such is fate, having died he is equal in power, to Darius the Great.

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Here lies Lord Coningsby – be civil, the rest God knows – so does the Devil.

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My trip is ended: send my samples home

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“I’m just resting my eyes”

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Here lies Sir John Guise: No one laughs, no one cries: Where he's gone, and how he fares, No one knows, and no one cares.

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Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

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