Wit's End: The Best Epitath...
Posted by: kuma on 10 October 2005
here lies Jane Smith,
Wife of Thomas Smith, marble cutter.
This monument was erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory
and a specimen of his work.
Monuments of the same style: 350 Dollars.
Wife of Thomas Smith, marble cutter.
This monument was erected by her husband as a tribute to her memory
and a specimen of his work.
Monuments of the same style: 350 Dollars.
Posted on: 10 October 2005 by Deane F
Here lies John Smith
"I told them I was sick."
"I told them I was sick."
Posted on: 10 October 2005 by chiba
"Under this sod lies another"
Posted on: 10 October 2005 by Stephen H
This one was going to be inscribed by the wife of a man who was never very helpful whilst she was looking for things...
He's In There Somewhere
He's In There Somewhere
Posted on: 11 October 2005 by Deane F
quote:Originally posted by Stephen H:
This one was going to be inscribed by the wife of a man who was never very helpful whilst she was looking for things...
He's In There Somewhere
...and probably has the remote with him.
(I couldn't resist...)
Posted on: 11 October 2005 by Stephen H
To paraphrase Charlton Heston (I think!)..
You can have my remote, but you'll have to prise it from my cold dead hand
You can have my remote, but you'll have to prise it from my cold dead hand
Posted on: 11 October 2005 by bluegirl
Here lies the body of Emily White,
Who signalled left
And then turned right
Who signalled left
And then turned right
Posted on: 11 October 2005 by kuma
EXCUSE MY DUST.
––– Dorothy Parker
I knew this thread would relate back to a vacuum cleaner, somehow.
––– Dorothy Parker
I knew this thread would relate back to a vacuum cleaner, somehow.
Posted on: 12 October 2005 by Onthlam
Here lies John Doe
Hit in the head by a very large hoe.
Effie Jean Robinson
1897-1922
Come blooming youths, as you pass by ,
And on these lines do cast an eye.
As you are now, so once was I;
As I am now, so must you be;
Prepare for death and follow me.
Which is not funny at all. But underneath, someone had added:
To follow you
I am not content,
How do I know
Which way you went.
Death in the West
Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les
No More.
Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona
He was young
He was fair
But the Injuns
Raised his hair
Colorado
Bill Blake
Was hanged by mistake.
Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona
Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
Silver City, Nevada
Here lies a man named Zeke.
Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.
(May be in Cripple Creek, Colorado)
Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers)
Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl.
Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."
Boot Hill Museum, Dodge City, Kansas
Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim.
We made the mistake, But the joke's on him.
Culver City
He called
Bill Smith
A Liar
Cripple Creek, CO
On the grave of a woman who died in 1984. Colorado Springs, Colorado. Her son, owner of Zeezo's Magic Castle in Colorado Springs, stated that his mother had been married to a Texan who is buried in Texas.
I would
rather be here
than in Texas.
James B. McCoy left a message on his 1899 tombstone proclaiming his independence from the United States Government.
Member Co. D 17th Iowa Inf. which mustered in 1165 men and mustered out 42. Participated in 19 battles and 3 sieges. Never Applied For A Pension. Salida, Colorado
On a hanged man
Rab McBeth
Who died for the want
of another breath.
1791-1823
Larne, Ireland - On a hanged sheep stealer
Here lies the body of
Thomas Kemp.
Who lived by wool
and died by hemp.
Bletchley, Bucks, England
Winterborn Steepleton Cemetery, Dorsetshire, England
Here lies the body
Of Margaret Bent
She kicked up her heels
And away she went.
Food was the topic of many epitaphs.
Here lies old Rastus Sominy
Died a-eating hominy
In 1859 anno domini
Savannah, Georgia
He got a fish-bone in his throat
and then he sang an angel note.
Schenectady, New York
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.
In a New Jersey cemetery
Rebecca Freeland
1741
She drank good ale,
good punch and wine
And lived to the age of 99.
Beneath this stone, a lump of clay,
Lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt.
Who died one morning just at ten
And saved a dinner by it.
Falkirk, England
1690
Here lie the bones of Joseph Jones
Who ate while he was able.
But once overfed, he dropt down dead
And fell beneath the table.
When from the tomb, to meet his doom,
He arises amidst sinners.
Since he must dwell in heaven or hell,
Take him - whichever gives the best dinners.
Here lies Johnny Cole.
Who died upon my soul
After eating a plentiful dinner.
While chewing his crust
He was turned into dust
With his crimes undigested - poor sinner.
In memory of Anna Hopewell
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.
Enosburg Falls, Vermont
Here lies cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute:
She died of drinking too much coffee,
Anny Dominy -- eighteen-forty.
Roxbury, Connecticut
Eliza, Sorrowing
Rears This Marble Slab
To Her Dear John
Who Died of Eating Crab.
Crouton
On a Farmer's Daughter, Letitia:
Grim Death
To Please His Palate
Has Taken My Lettice
To Put in His Sallat.
Ipswich
On a grave digger:
Hooray my brave boys
Lets rejoice at his fall.
For if he had lived
He would have buried us all.
On a grave digger:
Robert Phillip, gravedigger:
Here I lie at the Chancel door;
Here lie I because I am poor;
The farther in the more you pay;
Here I lie as warm as they.
Kingsbridge, England
On a coroner who hung himself:
He lived
And died
By suicide
West Grimstead, Sussex, England
On Ezekiel Pease:
Pease is not here,
Only his pod
He shelled out his Peas
And went to his God
Nantucket, Massachusetts
On a Coal-miner
Gone Underground For Good
On an Architect:
Here lies Robert Trollope
Who made yon stones roll up.
When death took his soul up
His body filled this hole up.
On a lawyer in England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer.
And that is Strange.
On an attorney:
Goembel
John E.
1867-1946
"The defense rests"
On a dentist:
Stranger tread
This ground with gravity.
Dentist Brown
Is filling his last cavity.
Edinburgh, Scotland
On a brewer:
G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here.
In life he was both hale and stout.
Death brought him to his bitter bier.
Now in heaven he hops about.
On a Painter:
A Finished Artist
On an Auctioneer:
Jedediah Goodwin
Auctioneer
Born 1828
Going!
Going!!
Gone!!!
1876
On a fisherman:
Captain Thomas Coffin
Died 1842, age 50 years.
He's done a-catching cod
And gone to meet his God.
New Shoreham, Rhode Island
On a waiter:
Here lies the body of
Detlof Swenson.
Waiter.
God finally caught his eye.
April 10, 1902
On an Author:
He Has Written Finis
On a teacher:
Professor S. B. McCracken
School is out
Teacher
Has gone home.
Elkhart, Indiana
On John Yeast:
Here lies
Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me
For not rising.
Ruidoso, New Mexico
On John Penny:
Reader if cash thou are
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
Wimborne, England
Epitaph on a huge boulder on the grave of a doctor:
William P. Rothwell, M.D.
1866-1939
This is on me. L
Oak Grove Cemetery, Pawtucket, Rhode Island
On a watchmaker:
Here lies in horizontal position the outside case of Dear George Routleight, watchmaker, whose abilities in that line were an honor to his profession -- integrity was the mainspring, and prudence the regulator of all the actions of his life. Humane, generous, and liberal, his hand never stopped until he had relieved distress. So nicely regulated were all his movements that he never went wrong, except when set agoing by people who did not know his key; even then he was easily set right again. He had the art of disposing his time so well that the hours glided away in one continued round of pleasure and delight, till an unlucky moment put a period to his existence. He departed this life November 14, 1802, aged fifty-seven. Wound up in hopes of being taken in hand by his Maker and being thoroughly cleansed, repaired, and set agoing in the world to come. St Petrock's Church, Lyford, Devon, England
On a gardener:
To the Green Memory of
William Hawkings
Gardener:
Planted Here
With Love and Care
By His
Grieving Colleagues
Davenport
On a traveling salesman:
My Trip is Ended:
Send My Samples Home
Hoboken
On a housewife:
Mary Weary, Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!
Belchertown
A few epitaphs are subtle and do not appear humorous until one thinks about them.
Here lies the body
of John Round.
Lost at sea
and never found.
Belturbet, Ireland
Here lies Barnard Lightfoot
Who was accidentally killed
in the 45th year of his age.
This monument was erected
by his grateful family.
Here lies the body of
Thomas Vernon
The only surviving son of
Admiral Vernon
Plymouth, Mass.
Sacred to the memory of
Major James Brush
Royal Artillery, who was killed
by the accidental discharge of
a pistol by his orderly,
14th April 1831.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
Unmarried women called "Old Maids" or "spinsters" were another group that could be a source of humor.
1787 - Jones - 1855
Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones;
For her death held no terrors.
She was born a maid and died a maid.
No hits, no runs, and no heirs.*
(* errors) Scranton, Pennsylvania
Ann Mann
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
December 8, 1767
London, England
Beneath his silent stone is laid
A noisy, antiquated maid,
Who from her cradle talked to death,
And never before was out of breath.
Here lies, returned to clay
Miss Arabella Young,
Who on the eleventh day of May
Began to hold her tongue.
1794-1863
On a spinster postmistress:
Returned--Unopened
In a North Carolina cemetery
There just wasn't enough time for these individuals.
Here lies the father of 29.
He would have had more
But he didn't have time.
Moultrie, Georgia
Here lies the body of Elred.
At least he will be when he is dead.
But now at this time he's still alive,
14th August '65.
Oxford, England. (Elred eventually made it.)
Owen Moore
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay.
Battersea, London, England
This Empty Urn is
Sacred to the Memory
of John Revere
Who Died Abroad
in Finistere:
If He Had Lived
He Would Have Been
Buried Here.
Connemora
Death causing the end of a marriage apparently was a good time for the true feelings of the surviving spouse or family members to be etched on stone for all the world to see.
She lived with her husband for 50 years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.
Burlington, Vermont
Dear Sister
Here lies the body of Mary Ford.
We hope her soul is with the Lord.
But if for hell she's changed this life,
Better live there than as J. Ford's wife.
Sowersby
Grieve not for me my husband dear.
I am not dead but sleeping here.
With patience wait - perforce to die
And in a short time you'll come to I.
And the husband added:
I am not grieved, my dearest life.
Sleep on, I've got another wife.
Therefore, I cannot come to thee
For I must go and live with she.
I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife
That something on this spot may boast of life.
Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot.
Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.
1796 -- WISE -- 1878
Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise.
Safely tucked between his two wives.
One was Tillie and the other Sue.
Both were faithful, loyal, and true.
By his request in ground that's hilly
His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.
Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada
Tears cannot restore her --
therefore I weep.
In a New Hampshire 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.
In a Vermont 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.
Ribbesford, England
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!
Barlinine Cemetery, Glasgow, Scotland
Here lies
Elizabeth,
my wife for 47 years,
and this is the first damn thing
she ever done to oblige me.
Streatham Churchyard, England
They abounded in riches
But she wore the britches ...
Essex, England
On an adulterous husband:
Gone, but not forgiven
Atlanta, Georgia
I put my wife beneath this stone
For her repose and for my own.
Middlebury, Vermont
These kind of epitaphs make one wonder--
This stone was raised by Sara's Lord
Not Sara's virtues to record
For they are known to all the town.
This stone was raised to keep her down.
Kilmurry Churchyard, Ireland
Here lies
Ezekiel Aikle
Age 102
The Good
Die Young.
East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia
Here lies the body of poor Aunt Charlotte.
Born a virgin, died a harlot.
For 16 years she kept her virginity
A damn'd long time for this vicinity.
Death Valley, California
Here lies Pa.
Pa liked wimin.
Ma caught Pa in with two swimmin.
Here lies Pa.
A stone erected in memory of Brigham Young:
Brigham Young
Born on this spot 1801
A man of much courage and superb equipment.
Whitingham, Vermont
Some atheists claim to fame.
Here lies
an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Thurmont, Maryland
Atheist Arthur Haine's epitaph:
Haine
haint
Vancouver, Washington
Personalities
Mary Lefavour
died 1797
aged 74 years
Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time
On bad biography and bitter rhyme.
For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures,
And what I was, is no affair of yours.
Topsfield, Massachusetts
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
of yours.
Stowe, Vermont
Here lies the body of
Jane Gordon
With mouth almighty
and teeth accordin!
Marblehead, Massachusetts
Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it,
For colder are my friends above it.
Calvary Cemetery, Chicago, Illinois
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.
On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders:
Here lies my husbands 1 - 2 - 3
As still as men could ever be.
As for the fourth: Praise be to God
He still abides above the sod:
Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names
and to make things tidy I'll add his - James.
Shutesbury
Here lies
Suzannah Ensign;
Lord she is thin *
(* Should read "thine") Cooperstown, New York
On a miser who wanted to save money:
Thorp's Corpse.
When his wife died, the wording was changed to:
Here lieth Thorpses Corpses.
The dust of
Melantha Gribbling
Swept up at last
by the Great Housekeeper
Woodville, England
On a hypochondriac's grave:
See. I told you
I was SICK!
Littleton, Colorado
Surnames caused rhyming problems for the stonecutter.
Here beneath this pile of stones
Lies all thats left of Sally Jones.
Her name was Smith, not Jones,
But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.
Here lie the remains of
Thomas Woodhen.
The most amiable of husbands
And excellent of men.
His real name was Woodcock
But it wouldn't come in rhyme.
Dunoon, Scotland
Some epitaphs were meant to warn the living from committing the same mistake as the deceased.
Beneath this stone a lump of clay
Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els
Who early in the month of May
Took off his winter flannels.
Edinburgh, Scotland
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Uniontown, PA.
Reader, I've left this world, in which
I had a world to do;
Sweating and fretting to get rich:
Just such a fool as you.
Charleston, South Carolina
Ellen Shannon
age 26 years
Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with "R. E. Danforth's
Non-Explosive
Burning Fluid."
Girard, Pennsylvania
Harry Edsel Smith
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft
to see if the car
was on the way down.
It was.
near Albany, New York
Julia Newton
Died of thin shoes,
April 17th, 1839,
age 19 years.
In a New Jersey cemetery.
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.
Burlington, Vermont
First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin
They Carried Me Off In
Boston, Massachusetts
Blown upward
out of sight:
He sought the leak
by candlelight
Wiltshire, England
(Spelling is exactly as written on the tombstone)
In memory of
Richard Fothergill
Who met vierlent death near this spot
18 hundred and 40 too.
He was shot by
his own pistill.
It was not one of the
new kind;
But an old fashioned brass barrell
Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Near Sparta Diggings, California
On Joseph Crapp:
His foot is slipt
and he did fall.
"Help; Help" he cried
and that was all.
Mylor Churchyard, Cornwall, England
Dinah had a little can
'Twas filled with kerosine
And soon among the twinkling stars
Dynamite Benzine. *
(* Dinah might been seen)
Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor
Who purged but didn't call the Doctor:
She couldn't stay, She had to go
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Medway
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Here Lies Jane Smith
Wife of Thomas Smith
Marble Cutter:
This Monument Erected
By Her Husband
As A Tribute
To Her Memory.
Monuments of this style
are 250 Dollars.
Annapolis
Sacred To The Remains of
Jonathan Thompson
A Pious Christian and
Affectionate Husband.
His disconsolate widow
Continues to carry on
His grocery business
At the old stand on
Main Street: Cheapest
and best prices in town.
Harwichport
Effen Nyt
(translates into "Exactly Nothing." Put on stone by disappointed heirs) New Church, Amsterdam, Holland
Arthur C. Homan's epitaph:
Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again.
Cleveland, Ohio
On babies graves:
Ope'd my eyes, took a peep;
Didn't like it, went to sleep.
It is so soon that I am done for
I wonder what I was begun for.
Lake Mills Cemetery, Wisconsin
Here lies Ned.
There is nothing more to be said--
Because we like to speak well of the dead.
I came into this world
Without my consent
And left in the same manner.
Chattanooga, Tennessee
Thomas Stagg's epitaph:
That is all
St. Giles Churchyard, London, England
Marc
Hit in the head by a very large hoe.
Effie Jean Robinson
1897-1922
Come blooming youths, as you pass by ,
And on these lines do cast an eye.
As you are now, so once was I;
As I am now, so must you be;
Prepare for death and follow me.
Which is not funny at all. But underneath, someone had added:
To follow you
I am not content,
How do I know
Which way you went.
Death in the West
Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les
No More.
Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona
He was young
He was fair
But the Injuns
Raised his hair
Colorado
Bill Blake
Was hanged by mistake.
Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona
Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
Silver City, Nevada
Here lies a man named Zeke.
Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek.
(May be in Cripple Creek, Colorado)
Toothless Nell (Alice Chambers)
Killed 1876 in a Dance Hall brawl.
Her last words: "Circumstances led me to this end."
Boot Hill Museum, Dodge City, Kansas
Here lies the body of Arkansas Jim.
We made the mistake, But the joke's on him.
Culver City
He called
Bill Smith
A Liar
Cripple Creek, CO
On the grave of a woman who died in 1984. Colorado Springs, Colorado. Her son, owner of Zeezo's Magic Castle in Colorado Springs, stated that his mother had been married to a Texan who is buried in Texas.
I would
rather be here
than in Texas.
James B. McCoy left a message on his 1899 tombstone proclaiming his independence from the United States Government.
Member Co. D 17th Iowa Inf. which mustered in 1165 men and mustered out 42. Participated in 19 battles and 3 sieges. Never Applied For A Pension. Salida, Colorado
On a hanged man
Rab McBeth
Who died for the want
of another breath.
1791-1823
Larne, Ireland - On a hanged sheep stealer
Here lies the body of
Thomas Kemp.
Who lived by wool
and died by hemp.
Bletchley, Bucks, England
Winterborn Steepleton Cemetery, Dorsetshire, England
Here lies the body
Of Margaret Bent
She kicked up her heels
And away she went.
Food was the topic of many epitaphs.
Here lies old Rastus Sominy
Died a-eating hominy
In 1859 anno domini
Savannah, Georgia
He got a fish-bone in his throat
and then he sang an angel note.
Schenectady, New York
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.
In a New Jersey cemetery
Rebecca Freeland
1741
She drank good ale,
good punch and wine
And lived to the age of 99.
Beneath this stone, a lump of clay,
Lies stingy Jimmy Wyatt.
Who died one morning just at ten
And saved a dinner by it.
Falkirk, England
1690
Here lie the bones of Joseph Jones
Who ate while he was able.
But once overfed, he dropt down dead
And fell beneath the table.
When from the tomb, to meet his doom,
He arises amidst sinners.
Since he must dwell in heaven or hell,
Take him - whichever gives the best dinners.
Here lies Johnny Cole.
Who died upon my soul
After eating a plentiful dinner.
While chewing his crust
He was turned into dust
With his crimes undigested - poor sinner.
In memory of Anna Hopewell
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.
Enosburg Falls, Vermont
Here lies cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute:
She died of drinking too much coffee,
Anny Dominy -- eighteen-forty.
Roxbury, Connecticut
Eliza, Sorrowing
Rears This Marble Slab
To Her Dear John
Who Died of Eating Crab.
Crouton
On a Farmer's Daughter, Letitia:
Grim Death
To Please His Palate
Has Taken My Lettice
To Put in His Sallat.
Ipswich
On a grave digger:
Hooray my brave boys
Lets rejoice at his fall.
For if he had lived
He would have buried us all.
On a grave digger:
Robert Phillip, gravedigger:
Here I lie at the Chancel door;
Here lie I because I am poor;
The farther in the more you pay;
Here I lie as warm as they.
Kingsbridge, England
On a coroner who hung himself:
He lived
And died
By suicide
West Grimstead, Sussex, England
On Ezekiel Pease:
Pease is not here,
Only his pod
He shelled out his Peas
And went to his God
Nantucket, Massachusetts
On a Coal-miner
Gone Underground For Good
On an Architect:
Here lies Robert Trollope
Who made yon stones roll up.
When death took his soul up
His body filled this hole up.
On a lawyer in England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer.
And that is Strange.
On an attorney:
Goembel
John E.
1867-1946
"The defense rests"
On a dentist:
Stranger tread
This ground with gravity.
Dentist Brown
Is filling his last cavity.
Edinburgh, Scotland
On a brewer:
G. Winch, the brewer, lies buried here.
In life he was both hale and stout.
Death brought him to his bitter bier.
Now in heaven he hops about.
On a Painter:
A Finished Artist
On an Auctioneer:
Jedediah Goodwin
Auctioneer
Born 1828
Going!
Going!!
Gone!!!
1876
On a fisherman:
Captain Thomas Coffin
Died 1842, age 50 years.
He's done a-catching cod
And gone to meet his God.
New Shoreham, Rhode Island
On a waiter:
Here lies the body of
Detlof Swenson.
Waiter.
God finally caught his eye.
April 10, 1902
On an Author:
He Has Written Finis
On a teacher:
Professor S. B. McCracken
School is out
Teacher
Has gone home.
Elkhart, Indiana
On John Yeast:
Here lies
Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me
For not rising.
Ruidoso, New Mexico
On John Penny:
Reader if cash thou are
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
Wimborne, England
Epitaph on a huge boulder on the grave of a doctor:
William P. Rothwell, M.D.
1866-1939
This is on me. L
Oak Grove Cemetery, Pawtucket, Rhode Island
On a watchmaker:
Here lies in horizontal position the outside case of Dear George Routleight, watchmaker, whose abilities in that line were an honor to his profession -- integrity was the mainspring, and prudence the regulator of all the actions of his life. Humane, generous, and liberal, his hand never stopped until he had relieved distress. So nicely regulated were all his movements that he never went wrong, except when set agoing by people who did not know his key; even then he was easily set right again. He had the art of disposing his time so well that the hours glided away in one continued round of pleasure and delight, till an unlucky moment put a period to his existence. He departed this life November 14, 1802, aged fifty-seven. Wound up in hopes of being taken in hand by his Maker and being thoroughly cleansed, repaired, and set agoing in the world to come. St Petrock's Church, Lyford, Devon, England
On a gardener:
To the Green Memory of
William Hawkings
Gardener:
Planted Here
With Love and Care
By His
Grieving Colleagues
Davenport
On a traveling salesman:
My Trip is Ended:
Send My Samples Home
Hoboken
On a housewife:
Mary Weary, Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!
Belchertown
A few epitaphs are subtle and do not appear humorous until one thinks about them.
Here lies the body
of John Round.
Lost at sea
and never found.
Belturbet, Ireland
Here lies Barnard Lightfoot
Who was accidentally killed
in the 45th year of his age.
This monument was erected
by his grateful family.
Here lies the body of
Thomas Vernon
The only surviving son of
Admiral Vernon
Plymouth, Mass.
Sacred to the memory of
Major James Brush
Royal Artillery, who was killed
by the accidental discharge of
a pistol by his orderly,
14th April 1831.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
Unmarried women called "Old Maids" or "spinsters" were another group that could be a source of humor.
1787 - Jones - 1855
Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones;
For her death held no terrors.
She was born a maid and died a maid.
No hits, no runs, and no heirs.*
(* errors) Scranton, Pennsylvania
Ann Mann
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
December 8, 1767
London, England
Beneath his silent stone is laid
A noisy, antiquated maid,
Who from her cradle talked to death,
And never before was out of breath.
Here lies, returned to clay
Miss Arabella Young,
Who on the eleventh day of May
Began to hold her tongue.
1794-1863
On a spinster postmistress:
Returned--Unopened
In a North Carolina cemetery
There just wasn't enough time for these individuals.
Here lies the father of 29.
He would have had more
But he didn't have time.
Moultrie, Georgia
Here lies the body of Elred.
At least he will be when he is dead.
But now at this time he's still alive,
14th August '65.
Oxford, England. (Elred eventually made it.)
Owen Moore
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay.
Battersea, London, England
This Empty Urn is
Sacred to the Memory
of John Revere
Who Died Abroad
in Finistere:
If He Had Lived
He Would Have Been
Buried Here.
Connemora
Death causing the end of a marriage apparently was a good time for the true feelings of the surviving spouse or family members to be etched on stone for all the world to see.
She lived with her husband for 50 years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.
Burlington, Vermont
Dear Sister
Here lies the body of Mary Ford.
We hope her soul is with the Lord.
But if for hell she's changed this life,
Better live there than as J. Ford's wife.
Sowersby
Grieve not for me my husband dear.
I am not dead but sleeping here.
With patience wait - perforce to die
And in a short time you'll come to I.
And the husband added:
I am not grieved, my dearest life.
Sleep on, I've got another wife.
Therefore, I cannot come to thee
For I must go and live with she.
I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife
That something on this spot may boast of life.
Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot.
Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.
1796 -- WISE -- 1878
Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise.
Safely tucked between his two wives.
One was Tillie and the other Sue.
Both were faithful, loyal, and true.
By his request in ground that's hilly
His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.
Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada
Tears cannot restore her --
therefore I weep.
In a New Hampshire 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.
In a Vermont 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.
Ribbesford, England
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!
Barlinine Cemetery, Glasgow, Scotland
Here lies
Elizabeth,
my wife for 47 years,
and this is the first damn thing
she ever done to oblige me.
Streatham Churchyard, England
They abounded in riches
But she wore the britches ...
Essex, England
On an adulterous husband:
Gone, but not forgiven
Atlanta, Georgia
I put my wife beneath this stone
For her repose and for my own.
Middlebury, Vermont
These kind of epitaphs make one wonder--
This stone was raised by Sara's Lord
Not Sara's virtues to record
For they are known to all the town.
This stone was raised to keep her down.
Kilmurry Churchyard, Ireland
Here lies
Ezekiel Aikle
Age 102
The Good
Die Young.
East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia
Here lies the body of poor Aunt Charlotte.
Born a virgin, died a harlot.
For 16 years she kept her virginity
A damn'd long time for this vicinity.
Death Valley, California
Here lies Pa.
Pa liked wimin.
Ma caught Pa in with two swimmin.
Here lies Pa.
A stone erected in memory of Brigham Young:
Brigham Young
Born on this spot 1801
A man of much courage and superb equipment.
Whitingham, Vermont
Some atheists claim to fame.
Here lies
an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Thurmont, Maryland
Atheist Arthur Haine's epitaph:
Haine
haint
Vancouver, Washington
Personalities
Mary Lefavour
died 1797
aged 74 years
Reader pass on and ne'er waste your time
On bad biography and bitter rhyme.
For what I am this cumb'rous clay insures,
And what I was, is no affair of yours.
Topsfield, Massachusetts
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
of yours.
Stowe, Vermont
Here lies the body of
Jane Gordon
With mouth almighty
and teeth accordin!
Marblehead, Massachusetts
Cold is my bed, but oh, I love it,
For colder are my friends above it.
Calvary Cemetery, Chicago, Illinois
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.
On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders:
Here lies my husbands 1 - 2 - 3
As still as men could ever be.
As for the fourth: Praise be to God
He still abides above the sod:
Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names
and to make things tidy I'll add his - James.
Shutesbury
Here lies
Suzannah Ensign;
Lord she is thin *
(* Should read "thine") Cooperstown, New York
On a miser who wanted to save money:
Thorp's Corpse.
When his wife died, the wording was changed to:
Here lieth Thorpses Corpses.
The dust of
Melantha Gribbling
Swept up at last
by the Great Housekeeper
Woodville, England
On a hypochondriac's grave:
See. I told you
I was SICK!
Littleton, Colorado
Surnames caused rhyming problems for the stonecutter.
Here beneath this pile of stones
Lies all thats left of Sally Jones.
Her name was Smith, not Jones,
But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.
Here lie the remains of
Thomas Woodhen.
The most amiable of husbands
And excellent of men.
His real name was Woodcock
But it wouldn't come in rhyme.
Dunoon, Scotland
Some epitaphs were meant to warn the living from committing the same mistake as the deceased.
Beneath this stone a lump of clay
Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els
Who early in the month of May
Took off his winter flannels.
Edinburgh, Scotland
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Uniontown, PA.
Reader, I've left this world, in which
I had a world to do;
Sweating and fretting to get rich:
Just such a fool as you.
Charleston, South Carolina
Ellen Shannon
age 26 years
Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with "R. E. Danforth's
Non-Explosive
Burning Fluid."
Girard, Pennsylvania
Harry Edsel Smith
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft
to see if the car
was on the way down.
It was.
near Albany, New York
Julia Newton
Died of thin shoes,
April 17th, 1839,
age 19 years.
In a New Jersey cemetery.
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.
Burlington, Vermont
First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin
They Carried Me Off In
Boston, Massachusetts
Blown upward
out of sight:
He sought the leak
by candlelight
Wiltshire, England
(Spelling is exactly as written on the tombstone)
In memory of
Richard Fothergill
Who met vierlent death near this spot
18 hundred and 40 too.
He was shot by
his own pistill.
It was not one of the
new kind;
But an old fashioned brass barrell
Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Near Sparta Diggings, California
On Joseph Crapp:
His foot is slipt
and he did fall.
"Help; Help" he cried
and that was all.
Mylor Churchyard, Cornwall, England
Dinah had a little can
'Twas filled with kerosine
And soon among the twinkling stars
Dynamite Benzine. *
(* Dinah might been seen)
Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor
Who purged but didn't call the Doctor:
She couldn't stay, She had to go
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Medway
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Here Lies Jane Smith
Wife of Thomas Smith
Marble Cutter:
This Monument Erected
By Her Husband
As A Tribute
To Her Memory.
Monuments of this style
are 250 Dollars.
Annapolis
Sacred To The Remains of
Jonathan Thompson
A Pious Christian and
Affectionate Husband.
His disconsolate widow
Continues to carry on
His grocery business
At the old stand on
Main Street: Cheapest
and best prices in town.
Harwichport
Effen Nyt
(translates into "Exactly Nothing." Put on stone by disappointed heirs) New Church, Amsterdam, Holland
Arthur C. Homan's epitaph:
Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again.
Cleveland, Ohio
On babies graves:
Ope'd my eyes, took a peep;
Didn't like it, went to sleep.
It is so soon that I am done for
I wonder what I was begun for.
Lake Mills Cemetery, Wisconsin
Here lies Ned.
There is nothing more to be said--
Because we like to speak well of the dead.
I came into this world
Without my consent
And left in the same manner.
Chattanooga, Tennessee
Thomas Stagg's epitaph:
That is all
St. Giles Churchyard, London, England
Marc
Posted on: 12 October 2005 by Bob McC
Here lies Bill Dunne
shot dead by a gun
his real name wasn't Dunne but Good
But Good wouldn't rhyme with gun like Dunne would.
shot dead by a gun
his real name wasn't Dunne but Good
But Good wouldn't rhyme with gun like Dunne would.
Posted on: 12 October 2005 by Nime
I want:
"If it's not broke, don't mend it!" on my headstone.
And a full set of tools in my coffin.
"If it's not broke, don't mend it!" on my headstone.
And a full set of tools in my coffin.
Posted on: 12 October 2005 by long-time-dead
Marc
You really should stay in more - or do something so much more worthwhile.
I'll stick with Billy Connelly's favourite :
"If you're reading this, you're standing on my balls !"
You really should stay in more - or do something so much more worthwhile.
I'll stick with Billy Connelly's favourite :
"If you're reading this, you're standing on my balls !"
Posted on: 12 October 2005 by Onthlam
LTD-
If I were with you? We would be golfing..
That is, if you swing,"the sticks"...
Best,
Marc
If I were with you? We would be golfing..
That is, if you swing,"the sticks"...
Best,
Marc
Posted on: 20 October 2005 by Onthlam
Sorry, this one came to me this morning.
Murder victim-
"Rest in pieces"
Murder victim-
"Rest in pieces"
Posted on: 20 October 2005 by kuma
quote:Originally posted by Marc Newman:
Sorry, this one came to me this morning.
Murder victim-
"Rest in pieces"
oh gees. marc.
Guess I am also sick enuf to think that's your funniest one so far.