Yeah im already going mad :S
These epitaphs are reported to be from actual tombstones...
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:Here liesEzekial AikleAge 102The GoodDie Young.
In a London, England cemetery:Ann MannHere lies Ann Mann,Who lived an old maidBut died an old Mann.Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:Anna WallaceThe children of Israel wanted breadAnd the Lord sent them manna,Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,And the Devil sent him Anna.
Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:Here liesJohnny YeastPardon meFor not rising.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:Here lies the bodyof Jonathan BlakeStepped on the gasInstead of the brake.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:Here lays Butch,We planted him raw.He was quick on the trigger,But slow on the draw.
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:Sacred to the memory ofmy husband John Barneswho died January 3, 1803His comely young widow, aged 23, hasmany qualifications of a good wife, andyearns to be comforted.
A lawyer's epitaph in England:Sir John StrangeHere lies an honest lawyer,And that is Strange.
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:I was somebody.Who, is no businessOf yours.
Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:Here lies Lester MooreFour slugs from a .44No Les No More.
In a Georgia cemetery:"I told you I was sick!"
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:Reader if cash thou artIn want of anyDig 4 feet deepAnd thou wilt find a Penny.
On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia:She always said her feet were killing herbut nobody believed her.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:On the 22nd of June- Jonathan Fiddle -Went out of tune.
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont has an epitaph that sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie:Here lies the body of our AnnaDone to death by a bananaIt wasn't the fruit that laid her lowBut the skin of the thing that made her go.
More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England:Gone awayOwin' moreThan he could pay.
Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood:In Memory of Beza WoodDeparted this lifeNov. 2, 1837Aged 45 yrs.Here lies one WoodEnclosed in woodOne WoodWithin another.The outer woodIs very good:We cannot praiseThe other.
On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:Under the sod and under the treesLies the body of Jonathan Pease.He is not here, there's only the pod:Pease shelled out and went to God.
The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a consumer tip:Who was fatally burnedMarch 21, 1870by the explosion of a lampfilled with "R.E. Danforth'sNon-Explosive Burning Fluid"
Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:Born 1903--Died 1942Looked up the elevator shaft to see ifthe car was on the way down. It was.
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:Here lies an AtheistAll dressed upAnd no place to go.
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:Here liesEzekial AikleAge 102The GoodDie Young.
In a London, England cemetery:Ann MannHere lies Ann Mann,Who lived an old maidBut died an old Mann.Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:Anna WallaceThe children of Israel wanted breadAnd the Lord sent them manna,Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,And the Devil sent him Anna.
Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:Here liesJohnny YeastPardon meFor not rising.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:Here lies the bodyof Jonathan BlakeStepped on the gasInstead of the brake.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:Here lays Butch,We planted him raw.He was quick on the trigger,But slow on the draw.
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:Sacred to the memory ofmy husband John Barneswho died January 3, 1803His comely young widow, aged 23, hasmany qualifications of a good wife, andyearns to be comforted.
A lawyer's epitaph in England:Sir John StrangeHere lies an honest lawyer,And that is Strange.
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:I was somebody.Who, is no businessOf yours.
Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:Here lies Lester MooreFour slugs from a .44No Les No More.
In a Georgia cemetery:"I told you I was sick!"
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:Reader if cash thou artIn want of anyDig 4 feet deepAnd thou wilt find a Penny.
On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia:She always said her feet were killing herbut nobody believed her.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:On the 22nd of June- Jonathan Fiddle -Went out of tune.
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont has an epitaph that sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie:Here lies the body of our AnnaDone to death by a bananaIt wasn't the fruit that laid her lowBut the skin of the thing that made her go.
More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England:Gone awayOwin' moreThan he could pay.
Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood:In Memory of Beza WoodDeparted this lifeNov. 2, 1837Aged 45 yrs.Here lies one WoodEnclosed in woodOne WoodWithin another.The outer woodIs very good:We cannot praiseThe other.
On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:Under the sod and under the treesLies the body of Jonathan Pease.He is not here, there's only the pod:Pease shelled out and went to God.
The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a consumer tip:Who was fatally burnedMarch 21, 1870by the explosion of a lampfilled with "R.E. Danforth'sNon-Explosive Burning Fluid"
Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:Born 1903--Died 1942Looked up the elevator shaft to see ifthe car was on the way down. It was.
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:Here lies an AtheistAll dressed upAnd no place to go.
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