Boba Rhett Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Anonymous - Stowe,Vermont I was somebody. Who, is no business of yours --------- Anonymous - Lemmington, England Here lies a miser who lived for himself, who cared for nothing but gathering wealth. Now where he is and how he fares; nobody knows and nobody cares --------- Margaret Bent - Winterborn Steepleton Cemetery, Dorsetshire, England Here lies the body Of Margaret Bent She kicked up her heels And away she went. --------- Jonathan Blake - Uniontown, Pennsylvania Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake Stepped on the gas pedal Instead of the brake --------- Joshua C. Chapman - Old Cemetery, East Chatham, NY Kilt by the falling of a barn, 27 June 1813. --------- Jeanine Custis - Rosehill Cemetery, Newburg, Indiana She failed her breathalizer test, now she lays with the best --------- Margaret Daniels - Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her. --------- Donna Jean Farrell - Forest Lawn, Cypress California May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead --------- Gussie - Ocanto, Wisconsin Here lies the body of a girl who died, Nobody mourned and nobody cried. How she lived and how she fared, Nobody knew and nobody cared. --------- Edgar Allan Poe - Westminster Presbyterian Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland Quoth the Raven nevermore. --------- Elizabeth Rich - Eufaula Historical Cemetery, Eufaula, Alabama 36-33-01-24-17 Honey you dont know what you did for me, always playing the lottery. The numbers you picked came in to play, two days after you passed away. For this, a huge monument I do erect, for now I get a yearly check. How I wish you were alive, for now we are worth 8.5 --------- Ellen Shannon - Girard, Pennsylvania Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 by the explosion of a lamp filled with "R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid" --------- Harry Edsel Smith - Albany, New York Born 1903--Died 1942 Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
obi Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 This is very strange, yet so very amusing....... :D :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylilin Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Lester Moore -- Tombstone, Arizona Here lies Lester Moore four shots from a .44 No Les-no more Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tie Guy Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Hehe, those are great. I always found it odd when people wrote grave, serious, or trite things on their gravestones. That just makes you all sad to look at them. I think on my gravestone i want something funny, that way people will be happy, or at least amused, when they look upon me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Here Lies the body of Mary Lee, Died at the age of 103, For 15 years she kept her Virginity, Not a bad record for this vicinity! _Adapted from the movie Jaws Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatt13 Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Effie Jean Robinson 1897-1922 Come blooming youths, as you pass by , And on these lines do cast an eye. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me. Which is not funny at all. But underneath, someone had added: To follow you I am not content, How do I know Which way you went. ------------------ Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona He was young He was fair But the Injuns Raised his hair -------------------- Colorado Bill Blake Was hanged by mistake. -------------------------- Silver City, Nevada Here lies a man named Zeke. Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek. ----------------------------------- On a grave digger: Hooray my brave boys Lets rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived He would have buried us all. ------------------------------- Blown upward out of sight: He sought the leak by candlelight ---------------- Sacred To The Remains of Jonathan Thompson A Pious Christian and Affectionate Husband. His disconsolate widow Continues to carry on His grocery business At the old stand on Main Street: Cheapest and best prices in town. That's all i got. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Homer Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosèd here. Blessed be the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones. --W. Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------ On a headstone in Salem, Mass. Now will you believe I'm sick? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young David Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 Originally posted by Boba Rhett Edgar Allan Poe - Westminster Presbyterian Cemetery, Baltimore, Maryland Quoth the Raven nevermore. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating: "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Surfnshannon Posted October 16, 2002 Share Posted October 16, 2002 this is creepin me out...u know what it reminds me of.... OREGON TRAIL...when someone died of small pox and you could write something on their grave... okay I'll go back to sleep now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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