Subject: Epitaphs (Page 4)

GELOW – Francis & Yvonne – On Vacation – Hold mail – Lived

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Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers) Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl. Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."

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

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Of him within, nought e'er gratis was had, that you read this so cheap now makes him sad.

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I am woman here me roar. And boy did she.

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

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The death angel struck Alexander McGlue and gave him protracted repose; he wore a checked shirt and a No. 9 shoe And had a pink wart on his nose. No doubt he is happy a-dwelling in space over on the evergreen shore. His friends are informed that his funeral takes place at precisely a quarter past four.

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Sacred to the memory of William Skaradon who came to his death by being shot with a Colts revolver, one of the old kind brass mounted and of such is the kingdom of heaven.

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Good friends for Jesus' sake forbear – To stir the dust enclosed here. – Blest be the man who spares these stones – And cursed be he who moves my bones.

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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

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Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

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Here I lie, taken from life.

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Beloved Husband of Joan, A Man With Nature, Who Loved Life & His Jigsaws – "Didjabringabeer"

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I was not, I am not, I grieve not

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Here lies the body of Hannah Thurber. Once she talked none could curb her. Three husbands had she; all are dead. They died of earache, so ‘tis said!

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

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WILLIAM WILSON – Here Lieth W.W., who never more will, trouble you, trouble you.

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Here lies the body of poor Aunt Charlotte. Born a virgin, died a harlot. For 16 years she kept her virginity, a damn'd long time for this vicinity.

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Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down – it was.

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