Author: Epitaph Page 2

… But the reason why I am here interred according to my thinking, – Is owing to my good living and hard drinking, – If therefore, good Christians, you wish to live long – Don't drink to much wine, brandy, gin, or any thing strong.

Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, the Wife of Hall Dickie, tailor

Susan Tomkins here she lies, nobody laughs and nobody crys, where shes gone or how she fares nobody knows and nobody cares

Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

I will NOT be right back after this message.

Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will, then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

Bye

THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

Here lies the corpse of Doctor Chard, who fill'd half of this churchyard.

He is not here – But only his pod; He shelled out his peas – And went to his God.

I made an ash of myself

Here lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins!

We must all die there is no doubt – Your glass is running… mine is out

School is out. Teacher Has gone home

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.

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

Here lie I and my three daughters, All from drinking the Cheltenham waters. While if we had kept to the Epsom salts, We should not now be in these here vaults.

Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

See how God works his wonders now and then, here lies a lawyer, and an honest man.

Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie, she finds repose at last, and so do I.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world