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Here beneath this stone we lie, back to back my wife and I, And when the angels trump shall trill, If she gets up then I'll lie still!

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Eliza, sorrowing rears this marble slab to her dear John who died of eating crab.

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A Finished Artist

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Sh-h-h

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In the pride of his manhood he heard the last call, – Though first in the field where his feet pressed the sod. – He hath gained his last wicket and thrown his last ball, – To join in the choir 'round the throne of his God.

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Leslie Nielsen (1926 – 2010) “Let ‘er rip”

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He has gone to the only place where his own works are excelled.

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He was a man of invention great – Above all who he lived nigh; – But he could not invent to live – When God called him to die.

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Here lies an Atheist. All dressed up and no place to go.

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And this is all that’s left of thee , thou fairest of earth’s daughters. Only four pounds of ashes white, out of two hundred and three quarters.

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

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Here lies the body Of Margaret Bent. She kicked up her heels And away she went.

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Here lies the body of William Beck – He was thrown at a hunt and broke his neck.

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Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

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Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.

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Gone, but not forgiven

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Scotty… beam me up!

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Here lies Robert Trollope Who made yon stones roll up. When death took his soul up His body filled this hole up.

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This is the grave of Mike O’Day, who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong, but he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong.

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Here lies the body of Lady O'Looney, Grand-niece to Edmund Burke, Commonly called "the sublime." She was bland, passionate, and religious. Also, She painted in water-colors. Also, She sent several articles to the Exhibition.

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