Author: Epitaph Page 15

Here lies an Atheist. All dressed up and no place to go.

I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

Constant Craps 1913-1977

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

THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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

Office upstairs.

Pray, reader, stop, and read my fate, – What caused my life to terminate; – For thieves one night, when in my bed, – Broke in my house and shot me dead.

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

He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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

See, I told you I was SICK!

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies, nobody laughs and nobody cries; where his soul's gone, or how it fares, nobody knows, and nobody cares.

This debt I owe is justly due, and I am come to sleep with you.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies, the planter of them, Isaac Greentree lies! A time shall come when these green trees shall fall, and Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

Here lie Walker's particles.

Here lies my wife in earthy mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! wake her not, for now she’s still; she had, but now I have my will.

Here lies Thomas Smith and what is somewhat rareish, he was born bred and hanged in this e’er parish.

… Going! Going!! Gone!!!