Subject: Epitaphs (Page 29)

Although this stone may moulder into dust, yet Joseph Moodey's name continue must

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Gone Underground For Good

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“Don’t Try”

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Here lies poor but honest Bryan Tunstall. He was a most expert angler until Death envious of his art, threw out his line hooked him, and landed him here the 21st day of April, 1790

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Here lies a man that was Knott born, His father was Knott before him, He lived Knott, and did Knott die, Yet underneath this stone doth lie.

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

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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

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#$%& @!&% #?!$% @?*&!@^#!* @*$! &!%?

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Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

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Here lie Walker's particles.

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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That's all, folks!

(1908 – 1989) voice actor & comedian (voice of cartoon character Porky Pig)
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“Here lies my wife in earthy mold, Who when she died and naught but scold. Good friends go softly in your walking lest she should wake and rise up talking”

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Rebecca Freeland, 1741 – She drank good ale, good punch and wine, and lived to the age of 99.

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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ASSMAN

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! Wake her not, for now she’s still, she had; but now I have my will.

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OOPS!, he died – Love from us your father, Tom jr. and Mary

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Here lies the body of John Smith. Buried in the cloisters. If he don't jump at the last trump, call, Oysters!

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