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Some fascinating things on old tombstones!

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 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.

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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 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.