Humorous Epitaphs 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. | Here lies the father of 29 There would have been more But he didn't have time. | Here lies my wife Here let her lie Now she has peace And so do I | Here lies a virgin With her babe resting in her arms. | Here lies Ned There is nothing more to be said Because we like to speak well of the dead. | Here lies Lester Moore, Four slugs from a forty-four. No Les, No Moore. | In loving memory of Ellen Shannon, aged 25, Who was accidentally burned March 21, 1870, By the explosion of a lamp filled with R.E. Danforth's Non-explosive burning fluid. | Here lies an atheist, All dressed up and, No place to go. | Here lays Butch, We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger, But slow on the draw. | She lived with her husband fifty years And died in the confident hope of a better life. | 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. | 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. | Ann Mann Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767 | Harry Edsel Smith Born 1903--Died 1942 Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was. | Honey you don't 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 (Actual epitaph of Elizabeth Rich, Eufala, Alabama) | Under the sod, Under the trees, Lies the body of Bolivar Peas, Peas ain't here, Only the pod, Peas shelled out and went home to God. |
All I have and all that I am is by the Grace of God! |
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