Author: Epitaph Page 23

Longest Live Burial World Record Attempt.

Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

Here lie the remains of John Hall, grocer. The world is not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so.

Sacred to Wm Collis boat-steerer of the ship St George of New Bedford, who by the will of Almighty God was killed by a whale off this Island

Alass Frend Joseph, His End was Almost Sudden, as thou the mandate came express from heaven his foot it slip and he did fall help, help he cries & that was all.

Neal Keven – His accounts were found square to a cent.

Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake, who died for peace and quietness sake; his wife was constantly scolding and scoffin; so he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.

A Man.

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

Beneath this stone a lump of clay, lies Uncle Peter Dan'els – who early in the month of May, took off his winter flannels.

My trip is ended: send my samples home

Dear God, Thanks

“Deeply regretted by all who never knew him.”

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

Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

#$%& @!&% #?!$% @?*&!@^#!* @*$! &!%?

He lived and died by suicide

I’d rather be in Boston watching the Red Sox

Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

I thought my doctor said I was heading for a rave.

Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.