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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 the body of Miriam Wood, formerly wife to John Smith. A woman well beloved of all her neighbors for her care of small folks' education, their number being great, that when she died she scarcely left her mate: so wise discreet was her behaviours that she was well esteemed by neighbors. She lived in love with all to die so let her rest to eternitye.

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Here lies the corpse of Doctor Chard, who fill'd half of this churchyard.

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

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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

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Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

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Fair maiden Lilliard – lies under this stane – little was her stature – but muckle was her fame – upon the English loons – she laid monie thumps – and when her legs were cuttit off – she fought upon her stumps.

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Dinah had a little can, 'Twas filled with kerosine. And soon among the twinkling stars – Dynamite Benzine.

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Listen, Mother, Aunt and me, were killed, here we be. We should not had time to missle had they blown the engine whistle.

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Gone home below.

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Here lies the body of Robert Lowe. Whither he’s gone I do not know. If to the realms of peace and love, farewell to happiness above. If to a place of lower level, I don’t congratulate the d—l.

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At length a grave spots for him provided, where all through him so many of us died did.

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Death is a debt that’s justly due, that I have paid and so must you.

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

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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I don’t want to talk about it now.

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

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Here lies Groucho Marx and Lies and Lies and Lies

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust, here lies George Emery I trust. And when the trump blows louder and louder, he’ll rise a box of Emery powder.

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Here lies England's premier baron, patiently awaiting the last trump.

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