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Here lies the body of Hannah Thurber. Once she talked none could curb her. Three husbands had she; all are dead. They died of earache, so ‘tis said!

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I came I know not whence, I go I know not whither.

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Thorp’s Corpse

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Here's to Johnny quite a guy. Very sad he had to die. All was well could not be better, Till he wrote my girl a letter.

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Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone – Sleeps Master John Gill; – By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, – And now that he's dead he lies still.

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Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

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

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Here lies – Johnny Yeast – Pardon me – For not rising.

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THOMAS O. MURPHY – Sh-h-h.

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A peerless matron, pride of female life In every state, as widow, maid, or wife; who wedded, to threescore preserved her fame. She lived a phoenix, and expired in flame.

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He who dies with the most toys wins

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Here lies one who for medicine would not give, a little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he'd wish again to live, could he but guess how much his funeral cost.

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Beneath this stone lies Lamb asleep, who died a Lamb who lived a sheep. Many a lamb and sheep he slaughtered but cruel Death the scene has altered.

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A Man.

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Behold! I come as a thief. – Death loves a shining mark. – In this case he had it.

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

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… Here lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, who on the eleventh day of May began to hold her tongue.

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Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim. We made the mistake, but the joke's on him.

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The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

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Curly – Joe DeRita, “The Last Stooge” July 12, 1909 – July 3, 1993

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