Author: Epitaph Page 22

As you are now, I once was. As I am now, you shall be. So prepare for death and follow me.

Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

Here I lie, taken from life.

Scotty… beam me up!

Called Back.

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

Grim death took me without any warning, I was well at night, and died in the morning.

This spot is the sweetest I've seen in my life, For it raises many flowers and covers my wife.

In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

Brigham Young – born on this spot 1801 – a man of much courage and superb equipment.

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

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

Sh-h-h

Beneath this stone now dead to grief Lies Grid the famous Wokag chief. Pause here and think you learned prig, This man was once an Indian big. Consider this, ye lowly one, this man was once a big in-jun. Now he lies here, you too must rot, as sure as pig shall go to pot.

They finally took Our good friend Scott, When a lightning bolt could not

Underneath this ancient pew, lie the remains of Jonathan Blue; his name was Black, but that wouldn't do.

To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

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

Here lies the body of Detlof Swenson, waiter. God finally caught his eye.