Author: Epitaph Page 26

Here lies my wife in earthly mould, who when she lived did naught but scold. Peace! Wake her not, for now she’s still, she had; but now I have my will.

Here lies John Taggart, of honest fame, of stature low, and a leg lame; content he was with portion small, kept a shop in Wigtown, and that's all.

Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

This is on me.

Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

Ma Dyed [sic]

H. L. Mencken 1880 – 1956 – If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl

“I’m just resting my eyes”

Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

Here lies my twins as dead as nits, One died of fever the other of fits.

These hillocks green and mouldering bones, these gloomy tombs and lettered stones. One admonition here supply: Reader! art thou prepared to die?

Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

Smart Humorous, Irreverent Tormented – Justin Arthur Frank, M.D. March 22, 1908 – January 20, 1986

Here lies one who never lied before. And one who never will lie More. To which there need be no More said.

Pray, reader, stop, and read my fate, – What caused my life to terminate; – For thieves one night, when in my bed, – Broke in my house and shot me dead.

Here lies the body of Thomas Kemp, Who lived by wool and died by hemp

Bye

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

To the Green Memory of William Hawkings, Gardener: Planted Here With Love and Care By His Grieving Colleagues