Author: Epitaph Page 16

Let me out of here !!!

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

Poorly lived and poorly died. Poorly buried and no one cried.

The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

Captain Thomas Coffin, died 1842, age 50 years. He's done a-catching cod and gone to meet his God.

Here lies Johnny Cole. Who died upon my soul after eating a plentiful dinner. While chewing his crust he was turned into dust with his crimes undigested – poor sinner.

A traveller lies here at rest, who life's rough ocean tossed on. His many virtues all expressed, thus simply – “I'm from Boston.”

Here lies interr'd a man o' micht, they ca'd him Malcolm Downie; he lost his life ae market night, by fa'ing aff his pownie. [pony] Aged 37 Years.

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

One Errant Female Has Fun – The Ornament of Her Generation – Beautiful. Witty. Brilliant. Talented. Elegant. Charming. Frugal and Modest. – Erected By Herself

Entombed within this vault a lawyer lies, who, fame assureth us was just and wise, an able advocate and honest too; that's wondrous strange, indeed, if it be true.

Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.

Let her RIP

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.

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

Here lies John Ross, kick'd by a boss.

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

Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent – In his last cosy tenement.

Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

Here lies the bones of David Jones, Laid both dead and dumb. He read a law and plead a cause But died from drinking rum.