"::darkshadows::" <blood@thirsty.net> wrote in
news:q9uqv3l8e26f8na67t6qhtrjcs7g9dt6ts@4ax.com:
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> Tombstone Tidbits
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> 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.
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> In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
> Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
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> On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery , Nova Scotia
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> Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.
> Only the Good Die Young.
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> In a London, England cemetery:
> Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec.
> 8, 1767
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> In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:
> Anna Wallace
> The children of Israel wanted bread, and the Lord sent them manna.
> Clark Wallace wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.
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> In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
> Here lies Johnny Yeast.
> Pardon me for not rising.
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> A lawyer's epitaph in England:
> Sir John Strange.
> Here lies an honest lawyer,
> and that is Strange.
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> In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
> Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
> Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
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> In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
> Here lays The Kid.
> We planted him raw.
> He was quick on the trigger
> But slow on the draw.
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> John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England cemetery:
> Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
> dig six feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.
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> In a Hartscombe, England cemetery:
> On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.
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> Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont:
> 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.
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> On a grave from the 1880s 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.
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> 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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One here. A fitting epitaph. "I told you I would get away from the
nagging bitch".
Mercury.
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