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Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
Of yours.
Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .22
No Les No More.
She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.
On the 22nd of June
- Jonathan Fiddle -
Went out of tune.
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.
Born 1903 - Died 1922
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if
the car was on the way down.
It was.
Here lies Ezekial Aikle
Age 102
The Good Die Young.
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Here lies the body
Of Margaret Bent
She kicked up her heels
And away she went.
She drank good ale,
good punch and wine
And lived to the age of 99.
Here lies the father of 29.
He would have had more
But he didn't have time.
She lived with her husband for 50 years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.
Tears cannot restore her --
therefore I weep.
I plant these shrubs upon your grave dear wife
That something on this spot may boast of life.
Shrubs must wither and all earth must rot.
Shrubs may revive, but you thank heaven will not.
Here I lie
It's no wonder I'm dead,
For the wheel of a semi
Rolled over my head.
Lived a life of stress and worry
Rushing through it in a hurry
Didn't stop to smell the roses
But now he feeds them as he decomposes
She was a suicide blonde -
Dyed by her own hand.
"Checkmate!" was the call
To dear old Jon
On the chessboard of life,
He was just a pawn |
