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Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

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

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He was a simple man who died of complications.

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Uncle Walter Loved To Spend. He Had No Money in the End. But with Many a Whiskey and Many a Wife, He Really Did Enjoy His Life.

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Here lies Barnard Lightfoot Who was accidentally killed in the 45th year of his age. This monument was erected by his grateful family.

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Here lies the body of poor Aunt Charlotte. Born a virgin, died a harlot. For 16 years she kept her virginity, a damn'd long time for this vicinity.

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Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once and now I know it.

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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Connection reset by peer – He came, he saw, he logged out

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Here lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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Poor John Scott is buried here, tho' once he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on his bitter bier, in another world he hops about.

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Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

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Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, Sept. 18, 18__. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.

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Here lies Slip Mcvey. He would be here today, but bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away

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Hold my drink, you're gonna' love this.

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At rest beneath this slab of stone, lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt. He died one morning just at ten, and saved a dinner by it.

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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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Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

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Here I lie, my name is Ball, I lived, I died, despised by all; and now I cannot chew my crust, I'm gone back to my ancient dust.

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The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

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Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

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