While browsing old cemeteries…
A
truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour, and one who
can enjoy browsing old cemeteries...
Here are some
fascinating things on old tombstones:
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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.
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In a Thurmont, Maryland cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up
and no place to go.
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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in
East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova
Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only
The Good Die Young.
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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old
maid but died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767
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In a Ribbesford, England cemetery:
Anna Wallace
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted
a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.
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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast... Pardon me for
not rising.
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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
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 England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.
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John Penny's epitaph in the
Wimborne, England
cemetery:
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 Hartscombe,
England:
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle
went out of tune.
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Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont:
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
1880s 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.
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In a cemetery in England:
Remember man, as you
walk by,
As you are now, so
once was I
As I 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.
