Subject: Epitaphs (Page 3)

Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will, then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

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

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Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

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Here lies the body of Emily White, she signalled left, and then turned right.

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I will NOT be right back after this message.

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Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

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Let me out of here !!!

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Beneath this stone our baby lies, it neither cries nor hollers, It lived but one and twenty days, and cost us forty dollars.

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Here he lies, James T. Carson. He blew up his wife and was hung for arson.

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See, I told you I was SICK!

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Here lies the worst king and the most miserable man in the kingdom.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake. Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.

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Here doth lye the bodie – Of John Flye, who did die – By a stroke from a sky-rocket – Which hit him on the eye-socket.

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Praises on tombs are trifles vainly spent; a man's good name is his best monument.

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Die? … My dear Doctor, that's the last thing I shall do!

(1784 – 1865) English statesman
Death Epitaphs

Here rests an old woman who always was tired, for she lived in a house where no help was hired; Her very last words were, “My friends I am goin*, to a land where there's nothin' of washin' or sewin', and everything there shall be just to ray wishes, for where they don't eat there's no washin' of dishes; the land with sweet anthems is constantly ringin', but having no voice I'll get clear of the singin'." She folded her hands, her latest endeavor, and whispered, "Oh nothin', sweet nothin forever."

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This is on me.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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36-33-01-24-17 – Honey you don't know what you did for me, – Always playing the lottery. – The numbers you picked came in to play, – Two days after you passed away. – For this, a huge monument I do erect, – For now I get a yearly check. – How I wish you were alive, – For now we are worth 8.5

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Here lies my corpse who was the man, That lov'd a sop in dripping pan, But now believe me I am dead, Now here the pan stands at my head, Still for sop to the last I cry'd, But could not eat and so I died, My neighbours they perhaps may laugh, When they do read my epitaph.

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Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

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