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Fair maiden Lilliard – lies under this stane – little was her stature – but muckle was her fame – upon the English loons – she laid monie thumps – and when her legs were cuttit off – she fought upon her stumps.

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The dust of Melantha Gribbling Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

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No doctor ever physicked me, was never near my side. But when fever came I thought of the name, and that was enough – I died.

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"I knew this was going to happen to me."

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… Going! Going!! Gone!!!

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Uncle Walter Loved To Spend. He Had No Money in the End. But with Many a Whiskey and Many a Wife, He Really Did Enjoy His Life.

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This wasn’t my idea

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Here lies Dead Tom

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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I made an ash of myself

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Louise. – The Unfortunate.

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To the Memory of Clement Gillman (1882-1946) who led a commonsense and therefore happy life because he stubbornly refused to be bamboozled by his female relations, by his scientific friends and by the rulers spiritual and secular of the society into which without his consent he was born.

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RUSSELL J. LARSEN – Two things I love most, good horses and beautiful women, and when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine, and make it into a ladies riding saddle, so I can rest in peace between the two things I love.

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Farewell my young companions all. From death's arrest no age is free. Remember this, a warning call. Prepare to follow after me.

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He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

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Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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

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Here lies James Dunn – he raced for the crossing but the train won

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Here lies Donnie Cornwell, good and dead. In an extra large coffin to fit his extra large head.

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

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

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