POR FALAR EM EPITAFIOS

In Ruidoso cemetery, New Mexico:

Here lies Johny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.

A lawyer's epitaph in England:

Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.

On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket MA:

Under the sod and under the trees
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He's not here, there's only the pod,
Pease shelled out and went to God.

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.

In a London cemetery:

Here lies Ann Mann,

Who lived an old maid

But died an old Mann.

Dec. 8, 1767

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.

In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:

On the 22nd of June

Jonathan Fiddle

Went out of tune.

In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:

Here lies one Wood

Enclosed in wood

One Wood

Within another.

The outer wood

Is very good:

We cannot praise

The other.

In Memory of Beza Wood

Departed this life Nov. 2, 1837 Aged 45 yrs.

In Newbury, England [1742]:

Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies,

Nobody laughs and nobody cries;

Where his soul's gone, or how it fares,

Nobody knows, and nobody cares

On an innkeeper's grave 1875:

Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion,

Doth lie the landlord of the Lion;

His son keeps on the business still,

Resigned unto the heavenly will.

On a Devon tombstone:

Here lie I by the chancel door;

They put me here because I was poor.

The further in, the more you pay,

But here I lie as snug as they