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She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.

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He was a simple man who died of complications.

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Scotty… beam me up!

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His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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A bird, a man, a loaded gun. No bird, dead man, thy will be done.

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Until the brakes are turned on time, – Life's throttle-valve shut down. – He works to pilot in the crew – That wears the martyr's crown. – On schedule time, on upper grade – Along the homeward section. – He lands his train in God's roundhouse – The mom of resurrection. – His time is full, no wages docked, – His name on God's pay roll. – And transportation through to Heaven – A free pass for his soul.

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Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Tilton, whose friends reduced him to a skeleton. They robbed him out of all he had And now rejoice that he is dead.

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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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Who lies here ? — Who do you think? 'Tis poor Will Gibson — give him a drink. Give him a drink, I'll tell you for why, when he was living, he always was dry.

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I made an ash of myself

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Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

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Buried here beneath this clay lies gardener John Arbothnaut Jay. Now in his simpeternal home, a constant source of high-grade loam.

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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Connection reset by peer – He came, he saw, he logged out

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Hedemark (1949-2001) – See You Soon

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All you that please these lines to read, it will cause a tender heart to bleed, I murdered was up on the fell, and by the man I knew full well; by bread & butter which he'd laid, I, being harmless, was betray'd. I hope he will rewarded be, that laid the poison there for me.

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These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

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I knew if I stayed around long enough, something like this would happen

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If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to sin, if Hell be pleased when sinners enter in, if Earth be pleased when ridded of a knave, then all are pleased for Coleman’s in his grave.

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A Funny Thing Happened

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