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Here lies the body of Jonathan Tilton, whose friends reduced him to a skeleton. They robbed him out of all he had And now rejoice that he is dead.

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Rodney Dangerfield – There Goes The Neighborhood

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

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Sacred To the Memory of LEWIS WICKS, who was killed on Thursday the 4, Oct. at 2 O'ck. P.M. by a waggon loaded with hay running over his brest. AD.1821 AE 56 years 3 mo. & 4 d's. who has left an affectionate Consort, and numerous friends to lament his loss.

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He was literally a father to all the children of the parish.

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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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Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

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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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A Funny Thing Happened

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Bill Blake – was hanged by mistake.

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That is all

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Jack Lemmon In…

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I am anxiously expecting you. A.D. 1827 — Here I am! – A.D. 1867

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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Here lies a lewd Fellow, who, while he drew Breath, In the Midst of his Life was in Quest of his Death; Which he quickly obtain'd for it cost him his Life, For being in Bed with another Man's Wife.

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Here lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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At threescore winters' end I died, a cheerless being, sole and sad; the nuptial knot I never tied, and wish my father never had.

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Here lies my wife, here lies she; Hallelujah! Hallelujee!

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His virtues and his pills are so well known, that envy can’t confine them under stone.

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For a good time, dig.

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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

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