This came to me from another list, thought you'd enjoy it....perhaps
someone may even recognize a name.


>    >               Actual epitaphs from gravestones ...
>
>    >   On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, =
>    > NovaScotia:
>    > > >> Here lies
>    > > >> Ezekial Aikle
>    > > >> Age 102
>    > > >> The Good
>    > > >> Die Young.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> In a London, England cemetery:
>    > > >> Ann Mann
>    > > >> Here lies Ann Mann,
>    > > >> Who lived an old maid
>    > > >> But died an old Mann.
>    > > >> Dec. 8, 1767
>    > > >>
>    > > >> In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:
>    > > >> Anna Wallace
>    > > >> The children of Israel wanted bread
>    > > >> And 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 lies
>    > > >> Johnny Yeast
>    > > >> Pardon me
>    > > >> For not rising.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
>    > > >> Here lies the body
>    > > >> of Jonathan Blake
>    > > >> Stepped on the gas
>    > > >> Instead 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 of
>    > > >> my husband John Barnes
>    > > >> who died January 3, 1803
>    > > >> His comely young widow, aged 23, has
>    > > >> many qualifications of a good wife, and
>    > > >> yearns to be comforted.
>    > > >> (ed: guess they did not have personal ads then)
>    > > >>
>    > > >> A lawyer's epitaph in England:
>    > > >> Sir John Strange
>    > > >> Here lies an honest lawyer,
>    > > >> And that is Strange.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:
>    > > >> I was somebody.
>    > > >> Who, is no business
>    > > >> Of 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 Moore
>    > > >> Four slugs from a .44
>    > > >> No 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 art
>    > > >> In want of any
>    > > >> Dig 4 feet deep
>    > > >> And thou wilt find a Penny.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond,
Virginia:
>    > > >> She always said her feet were killing her
>    > > >> but 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 Anna
>    > > >> Done to death by a banana
>    > > >> It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
>    > > >> But the skin of the thing that made her go.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England:
>    > > >> Gone away
>    > > >> Owin' more
>    > > >> Than he could pay.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood:
>    > > >> In Memory of Beza Wood
>    > > >> Departed this life
>    > > >> Nov. 2, 1837
>    > > >> Aged 45 yrs.
>    > > >> Here lies one Wood
>    > > >> Enclosed in wood
>    > > >> One Wood
>    > > >> Within another.
>    > > >> The outer wood
>    > > >> Is very good:
>    > > >> We cannot praise
>    > > >> The other.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:
>    > > >> Under the sod and under the trees
>    > > >> Lies 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 burned
>    > > >> March 21, 1870
>    > > >> by the explosion of a lamp
>    > > >> filled with "R.E. Danforth's
>    > > >> Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
>    > > >>
>    > > >> Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
>    > > >> Born 1903--Died 1942
>    > > >> Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way 
>down. =
>    > It
>    > > >> was.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
>    > > >> Here lies an Atheist
>    > > >> All dressed up
>    > > >> And no place to go.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> In a cemetery in England:
>    > > >> Remember man, as you walk by,
>    > > >> As you are now, so once was I,
>    > > >> As I am now, so shall you be,
>    > > >> Remember this and follow me.
>    > > >>
>    > > >> To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
>    > > >> To follow you I'll not consent,
>    > > >> Until I know which way you went.
>
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