Browsing Old Cemeteries, fascinating 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. =============================

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 me 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.