Famous last words/Epitaphs
Ive always been fascinated by the stuff written on tombstones, particularly the funny ones:
From Tombstone, AZ:
Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les
No More
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Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
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Colorado:
Bill Blake
Was hanged by mistake.
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Unknown
He called
Bill Smith
A Liar
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Across the pond:
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.
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Food Related funnies:
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.
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Various professionals:
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
Some are just funny if you think about them:
Here lies the body
of John Round.
Lost at sea
and never found.
Belturbet, Ireland
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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.
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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.
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Old Maids
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
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Ann Mann
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
December 8, 1767
London, England
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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
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On a spinster postmistress:
Returned–Unopened
In a North Carolina cemetery
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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
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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.)
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Owen Moore
Gone away
Owin\’ more
Than he could pay.
Battersea, London, England
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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.
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Here lies
Elizabeth,
my wife for 47 years,
and this is the first damn thing
she ever done to oblige me.
Streatham Churchyard, England
Finally, a truly tragic death:
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!