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Poor Betty Conway, she drank lemonade at a masquerade, So now she's dead and gone away.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent In his last cosy tenement.

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The milk of human kindness was Vny own dear cherub wife – I'll never find another one as good in all my life. – She bloomed, she blossomed, she decayed. – And under this tree her body we laid.

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Returned – Unopened

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This debt I owe is justly due, and I am come to sleep with you.

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… Going! Going!! Gone!!!

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Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

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Here lies the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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DOUBT – Martha Mae “Take the back roads!” • Bill – “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

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She drank good ale, good punch and wine and lived to the age of 99.

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Blown upward out of sight: he sought the leak by candlelight

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Died at the age of 102 at the hands of a justifiably outraged husband.

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Constant Craps 1913-1977

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Here lies interred Priscilla Bird, who sang on earth till sixty two. Now up on high above the sky, no doubt she sings like sixty too.

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The dust of Melantha Gribbling Swept up at last by the Great Housekeeper

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Here Lieth W.W. – Who never more will, trouble you, trouble you

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Here lies Tommy Day, removed from over the way.

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Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

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… Here lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, who on the eleventh day of May began to hold her tongue.

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Rodney Dangerfield – There Goes The Neighborhood

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