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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.

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I put my wife beneath this stone, for her repose and for my own.

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Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

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Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

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Here lies England's premier baron, – Patiently awaiting the last trump.

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Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

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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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Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

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I made an ash of myself

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Here lies the father of 29; he would have had more but he didn't have time.

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Open, open wide ye golden gates that lead to the heavenly shore. Our father suffered in passing through and mother weighs much more.

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Here lies Dead Tom

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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 one John Witherbee, – A Boston gallant chap was he. – God had no use for such as he, – The devil rejected Witherbee.

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Office upstairs.

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On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

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THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

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Here I lie, snuck as a bug in a rug – Two rows down in same cemetery – Here I lie, snugger than that other bugger

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1890. The light of my Life has gone out. – 1891. I have struck another match.

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Planted here beneath sod. At peaceful rest lies brother Claude

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