Received this from another site.....I don't know its validity.....I just thought it was humorous, so I decided to share it with everyone............. ... > >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. >(ed: guess they did not have personnal 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 Cemetry in >Tombtone, 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 Daniels 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 cemetary in England: > Remember man, as you walk by, > As you are now, so once was I, > As I am now, so shal you be, > Remember this and follow me. > >To which someone replied by writing on the tombstome: > > To follow you I'll not consent, > Until I know which way you went. > > > Submitted by: Chet Rock @ aol.com > >