
Old
Cemeteries
can
be
fascinating
places
to
browse!
Here are a few real ones that we thought you would find fun!
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.
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in
East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle,
Age 102.
Only the good die young.
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 him 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.
A lawyer's epitaph in England :
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
and that is Strange.
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 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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Tombstone
Arizona
Moore, Lester, "Here
lies Lester Moore,
Four slugs from a .44, No Les, no more.
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