transcribed
and
submitted by
Jeanne Delaney
WAYNE  CO.,  IL

FUNNY - ODD

TOMBSTONE  INSCRIPTIONS

Even though this page is not a 'Wayne Co., IL' item, Jeanne and I thought it would be fun to post it to this site.  If you know of unusal gravings on a stone, send it to Jeanns to put here.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
To follow you I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went.

Smiles!

Dianna
 
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.
 
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:
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.
 
In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me
For not rising.
 
n 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 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.
 
In a Rhinebeck, NY cemetery:
Death is a debt to nature due,
Which I have paid, and so must you.
 
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:
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.
 
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.
 
In a cemetery in England:
Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
Remember this and follow me.

Dec  31 2004
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