Author: Epitaph Page 3

Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast, physic their cobblers, and Death their last.

John Macpherson Was a remarkable person. He stood six feet two Without his shoe, And he was slew At Waterloo.

Louise. – The Unfortunate.

This Empty Urn is Sacred to the Memory of John Revere Who Died Abroad in Finistere: If He Had Lived He Would Have Been Buried Here.

Never born, Never died: visited the planet earth between December 11, 1931 and, January 19, 1990.

Here lies the body of Samuel Crane – He ran a race with a passenger train. He got to the crossing and almost across. Sam and his car was a total loss. Sams spirit now tolls his knell. That Sam is on his way to well – If he only took time to stop look and listen, He'd be living now instead of missing

Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time, On bad biography and bitter rhyme. For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures, And what I was, is no affair of yours.

Elizabeth McFadden, wife of David P. Read. Died Feb. 28, 1859, in her 47th year. She never done a thing to displeas her husband.

Here lies the man Richard, and Mary his wife, whose surname was Prichard. They lived without strife, and the reason was plain. They abounded in riches, they had no care nor pain, and his wife wore the britches.

Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.

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

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

… He's done a-catching cod, and gone to meet his God.

This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

John Summer – An English Teacher who Could not only Spell the word "Epitaph" correctly, But also knew what it means.

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.

I will NOT be right back after this message.