A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. And one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries...Some fascinating things have been found on old tombstones!
Harry Edsel Smith of
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,
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only The Good Die Young.
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In a
Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767
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In a Ribbesford,
Anna Wallace
The children of
The Lord sent them manna. Clark Wallace
Wanted a wife, and the Devil sent him Anna.
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In a Ruidoso,
Here lies Johnny Yeast... Pardon him
For not rising.
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In a Uniontown,
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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A lawyer's epitaph in
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne,
Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.
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In a cemetery in
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went
Out of tune.
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Anna Hopewell's grave in
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 1880's in
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
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.
