Author: Epitaph Page 2

36-33-01-24-17 – Honey you don't know what you did for me, – Always playing the lottery. – The numbers you picked came in to play, – Two days after you passed away. – For this, a huge monument I do erect, – For now I get a yearly check. – How I wish you were alive, – For now we are worth 8.5

Sudden and unexpected was the end – Of our esteemed and beloved friend, – He gave to all his friends a sudden shock – By one day falling into Sunderland dock.

Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise. Safely tucked between his two wives. One was Tillie and the other Sue. Both were faithful, loyal, and true. By his request in ground that's hilly. His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

Here lies young Ezikel Height, died from jumping Jim Smith’s claim; didn’t happen at the mining site, the claim he jumped, was Jim Smith’s dame.

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

Little Johnny had a purple monkey, climbing up a yellow stick, little Johnny licked the purple paint of and it made him deathly sick. They stirred him up with calomel, they tried to move his liver, but all in vain, his little soul was wafted o'er the River.

Now Go Away and Leave Me Alone

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

Here lies George Johnson, He was right, We was wrong, But we strung him up, And now he's gone

Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

Here lies the body of Samuel Crane – He ran a race with a passenger train. He got to the crossing and almost across. Sam and his car was a total loss. Sams spirit now tolls his knell. That Sam is on his way to well – If he only took time to stop look and listen, He'd be living now instead of missing

His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

She drank good ale, good punch and wine and lived to the age of 99.

Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

Here lies Donald and his wife Janett McPhee, aged 40 he and 30 she.

OOPS!, he died – Love from us your father, Tom jr. and Mary

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

Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.