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    1. [Fwd: tombstone]
    2. Melissa Franks Gantt
    3. > Tombstones > > � On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia: > ������������� Here lies > ������������� Ezekial Aikle > ������������� Age 102 > ������������� The Good > ������������� Die Young. > > � In a London, England cemetery: > ������������� Ann Mann > ������������� Here lies Ann Mann, > ������������� Who lived an old maid > ������������� But died an old Mann. > ������������� Dec. 8, 1767 > > � In a Ribbesford, England, 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. > > � Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery: > ������������� Here lies > ������������� Johnny Yeast > ������������� Pardon me > ������������� For not rising. > > � 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. > > � A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont 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. > � ( guess they did not have personal ads then) > > � A lawyer's epitaph in England: > ������������� Sir John Strange > ������������� Here lies an honest lawyer, > ������������� And that is Strange. > > � Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont: > ������������� I was somebody. > ������������� Who, is no business > ������������� Of yours. > > � Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in > the > cowboy days of the 1880's.� He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery� in > Tombstone, Arizona: > ������������� Here lies Lester Moore > ������������� Four slugs from a .44 > ������������� No Les No More. > > � In a Georgia cemetery: > ������������� "I told you I was sick!" > > � 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. > > � On Margaret Daniel's grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia: > ������������� She always said her feet were killing her > ������������� but nobody believed her. > > � In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England: > ������������� On the 22nd of June > ������������ - Jonathan Fiddle - > �������������� Went out of tune. > > � Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont has an epitaph > � that sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie: > ������������� 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. > > � More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England: > ������������� Gone away > ������������� Owin' more > ������������� Than he could pay. > > � Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood: > ������������� 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. > > � On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts: > ������������� 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. > > � The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a > consumer > tip: > ������������� Who was fatally burned > ������������� March 21, 1870 > ������������� by the explosion of a lamp > ������������� filled with "R.E. Danforth's > ������������� Non-Explosive Burning Fluid" > > � Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York: > ������������� Born 1903--Died 1942 > ������������� Looked up the elevator shaft to see if > ������������� the car was on the way down. It was. > > � In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: > ������������� Here lies an Atheist > ������������� All dressed up > ������������� And no place to go. > > � In a cemetery in England: > ������������� 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.

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