| On
the 22nd of June JONATHON FIDDLE Went out of tune. |
Stranger,
tread This ground with gravity; Dentist Brown is filling His last cavity. |
Here
lies the body of JONATHON BLAKE Stepped on the gas instead of the brake. |
| Throughout
his life he kneaded bread And deemed it quite a bore. And now six feet beneath earth's crust He needeth bread no more. |
He
found a rope and picked it up. And with it walked away. It happened that to the other end A horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up Unto a hickory limb. It happened that the other end Was somehow hitched to him. |
MARGARET
DANIEL She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her. |
| She
was not smart, she was not fair, But hearts with grief for her are swellin' All empty stands her little chair: She died of eatin' water-mellon. |
Here
lies Kelly, We buried him today. He lived the life of Riley, ....when Riley was away! |
JOHN
PENNY Reader if cash thou art In want of any Dig 4 feet deep And thou wilt find a Penny. |
| OWEN
MOORE Gone away Owin' more Than he could pay. |
Here
lies a man named ZEKE Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek. |
Here
lies the body of MARGARET BENT She kicked up her heels And away she went. |
| Here
beneath this stone we lie Back to back my wife and I And when the angels trump shall trill If she gets up then I'll lie still |
Here
lies Pa. Pa liked wimmin. Ma caught Pa in with two swimmin. Here lies Pa. |
Here
lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said Because we like to speak well of the dead. |
| ARTHUR
C. HOMAN Once I wasn't. Then I was. Now I ain't again |
ANNA
WALLACE The children of Israel wanted bread but the Lord sent them manna Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife and the Devil sent him Anna. |
Here
lies ANNE MANN Who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767 |
| Here
lies Matthew Mudd Death did him no hurt; When alive he was Mudd, But now he's only dirt |
My
father and mother were both insane I inherited the terrible stain. My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles. |
To
the Memory of ABRAHAM BEAULIEU Born 15 September 1822 Accidentally shot 4th April 1844 As a mark of affection from his brother. |
| Here
lies my wife Here let her lie! Now she's at rest And so am I. |
In
the memory of SIR JOHN STRANGE Here lies an honest lawyer and that is Strange |
Here
lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young. |
| Sacred
to the memory of JARED BATES who died August the 6th, 1800: His widow, aged 24 lives at 7 Elm Street, has many qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted. |
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. |
In
memory ov John Smith who met wierlent death neer this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pistill; It was not one of the new kind, but a old brass barrel, and of such is the Kingdom of heaven. |
| Born
of woman Killed by lead I most likely had your wife in bed. |
Stephen
and Time are now both even; Stephen beat Time and now Time's beat Stephen. |
Here
lies one who never lied before And one who never will lie More To which there need be no More said. |
| Here
lies Lester Moore Four slugs from a .44 No Les No More. |
I
was somebody. Who, is no business Of yours. |
Dr.
Fred Roberts 1875-1931 Office upstairs. |
| 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. |
Mr.
Fish Worms are bait for fish But here's a sudden change, Fish is bait for worms- Is not that passing strange? |
I
was Carolina born and Carolina bred and here I lay Carolina dead! |
| When
people's ills, they come to I I physics, bleeds, and sweats 'em; Sometimes they live, sometimes they die; What's that to I? I. Letsome. |
Here
lies poor but honest Bryan Tunstall He was a most expert angler until Death envious of his art, threw out his line hooked him And landed him here the 21st day of April 1790 |
Here
lies Salvino Armalo D'Armati of Florence, the inventor of spectacles. May God pardon his sins! The year 1318 |
| Here
lie the remains of John Hall,grocer The world is not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so. |
He
burnt his candle at both ends It did not last the night, But oh, my dears, and oh, my friends, It made a lovely light. |
Here
lies the body of Thomas Kemp Who lived by wool and died by hemp |
| Paul
Lennis Swank Here under the dung of cows and sheep, Lies an old highclimber fast asleep. His trees all topped and his lines all hung, They say the old rascal died full of rum. |
Here
lays Butch, We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger, But slow on the draw. |
Arthur
James Sutton 5.6.1946 - 31.1.1996 Beloved Husband Of Barbara 'Gone fishing', the sign said that hung upon the door. An Angel had put it there, God was waiting on the shore. |
| Julia
Adams Died of thin shoes April 17, 1839 age 19 years. |
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. |
Harry
Edsel Smith Looked up the elevator shaft To see if the car was on the way down. It was. |
| Ellen
Shannon Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 by the explosion of a lamp filled with "R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid" |
Here
lies the body of Mary Ann Lowder She burst while drinking a seidlitz powder, Called from this world to her heavenly rest, She should have waited till it effervesced. |
Here
lies cut down like unripe fruit The wife of Deacon Amos Shute; She died of drinking too much coffee Anny Dominy eighteen forty. |
| Beneath
this stone, a lump of clay, Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els, Who, early in the month of May, Took off his winter flannels. |
Little
Willy in the best of sashes, Played with fire and was burnt to ashes! Very soon the room got chilly, But no one liked to poke poor Willy! |
Wherever
you be, Let your wind go free. For holding it in, Was the killing of me. |
| I
was not I am not I grieve not |
His
faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends. |
I
came I know not whence, I go I know not whither. |
| Here
lies a man who while he lived Was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth And now he's lying in it. |
Here
lies, returned to clay Miss Arabella Young, Who on the first of May Began to hold her tongue. |
As
a stranger she did die, In strange lands she doth lie. Here by strangers she was laid, And her funeral charges paid. |
| I don't know how to die. | Tired of this eternal buttoning and unbuttoning. | I made an ash of myself. |
| Here
lies an Atheist All dressed up And no place to go. |
Here
Lies The Body Of A Man Who Died Nobody Mourned - Nobody Cried How He Lived - How He Fared Nobody Knows - Nobody Cared |
A victim of fast women and slow horses. |
| Weep
not for me mother & brothers dear It is God's wish that I am here At my sweet age I swallowed a bone That sent me to a happy home. |
Sacred
To the Memory of LEWIS WICKS, who was killed on Thursday the 4, Oct. at 2 O'ck. P.M. by a waggon loaded with hay running over his brest. AD.1821 AE 56 years 3 mo.&4 d's. who has left an affectionate Consort, and numerous friends to lament his loss. |
Here
lies Slip Mcvey He would be here today But bad whiskey and a fast gun put him away. |
| BONNIE
ANDERSON I don't want to talk about it now. |
Found
in Hookstown, PA on a tombstone with an etching of a marijuana plant on it Hi! |
THOMAS
O. MURPHY Sh-h-h. |
| RUSSELL
J. LARSEN Two things I love most, good horses and beautiful women, And when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine and make it into a ladies riding saddle, So I can rest in peace between the two things I love. |
ELIZABETH
RICH 36-33-01-24-17 Honey you dont know what you did for me, always playing the lottery. The numbers you picked came in to play, two days after you passed away. For this, a huge monument I do erect, for now I get a yearly check. How I wish you were alive, for now we are worth 8.5 |
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. |
| WILLIAM
WILSON Here Lieth W.W. Who never more will Trouble you, trouble you. |
Here
lies all that remains of Charlotte, Born a virgin, died a harlot. For sixteen years she kept her virginity, A marvellous thing for this vicinity. |
| To
he who passes by As you are, so once was I; As I am now, thou soon shalt be, So prepare thyself to follow me. |
To
follow thee is not my intent, Unless I know which way thou went. |
| Here I lie snug as a bug in a rug. | Here I lie snugger than that other bugger. |
| Here
lies a poor woman who always was tired For she lived in a house where help wasn't hired Her last words she said were, Dear friends I am going Where washing ain't wanted, nor mending, nor sewing There all things is done exact to my wishes For where folks don't eat there's no washing of dishes In heaven loud anthems forever are ringing, But having no voice I'll keep clear of singing. Don't mourn for me now, don't mourn for me never For I'm going to do nothing forever and ever. |
| 1890.
The light of my Life has gone out. 1891. I have struck another match. |
| " I told you I was sick. " |
| " I knew this was going to happen to me. " |
| STAN
LAUREL A Master of Comedy His Genius in the Art of Humor Brought Gladness To the World he Loved. |
OLIVER
HARDY A Genius of Comedy His Talent Brought Joy and Laughter to All the World. |
THE
UNKNOWN SOLDIER Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known only to God. |
| EMILY
DICKINSON Called Back |
EDGAR
ALLAN POE Quoth the Raven nevermore. |
DEAN
MARTIN Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime |
| JACK
LONDON The Stone the Builders Rejected. |
MINNIE
RIPERTON RUDOLPH "Loving You is Easy Cause You're Beautiful" Hers was a gift of love, a miracle of life, For all the world to see and hear forever. |
KAREN
CARPENTER A star on earth - a star in heaven |
| BETTE
DAVIS She did it the hard way. |
JIM
MORRISON kata ton daimona eay toy (True to his own spirit.) |
ROBERT
LEE FROST I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World |
| CARRIE
AMELIA NATION Faithful to the cause of Prohibition She hath done what she could. |
FRANCIS
ALBERT SINATRA The Best is Yet to Come |
ALEXANDER
THE GREAT A tomb now suffices for him whom the world was not enough |
| WALLACE
BEERY No Man Is Indispensable But Some Are Irreplaceable. |
BENJAMIN
FRANKLIN The Body of B. Franklin, Printer Like the Cover of an old Book Its Contents turn out And Stript of its Lettering & Guilding Lies here. Food for Worms For, it will as he believed appear once more In a new and more elegant Edition corrected and improved |
HERBERT
JOHN GLEASON "Jackie" And Away We Go |
| JESSE
JAMES Died April 3, 1882 Aged 34 years, 6 months, 28 days Murdered by a traitor and a coward whose name is not worthy to appear here. |
JOHN
KEATS This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water." |
WILLIAM
SHAKESPEARE Good friend for Jesus sake forbearer, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones." |
| WILLIAM
BUTLER YEATS Cast a cold eye On life, on death Horseman, pass by!" |
KARL
MARX Workers of all lands unite. The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it." |
ANNE
and CHARLES LINDBERGH ...If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.... |
| BONNIE
PARKER As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew, so this old world is made brighter by the lives of folks like you. |