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.
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.
But does he make house calls? Dr. Fred Roberts, Brookland, Arkansas:
Office upstairs