Lori_the_Hoosier
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Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
The tombstone of an accident victim in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery
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Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
A tombstone in a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery
*
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery
*
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna.
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
The tombstone of Anna Wallace in a Ribbesford, England, cemetery
*
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.
The tombstone of Anna Hopewell in Enosburg Falls, Vermont
*
Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies,
Nobody laughs and nobody cries;
Where his soul’s gone, or how it fares,
Nobody knows and nobody cares.
On a tombstone dated 1742 in Newbury, England
*
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
December 8, 1767
The tombstone of Ann Mann in London, England
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
The tombstone of an accident victim in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery
*
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
A tombstone in a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery
*
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery
*
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna.
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
The tombstone of Anna Wallace in a Ribbesford, England, cemetery
*
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.
The tombstone of Anna Hopewell in Enosburg Falls, Vermont
*
Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies,
Nobody laughs and nobody cries;
Where his soul’s gone, or how it fares,
Nobody knows and nobody cares.
On a tombstone dated 1742 in Newbury, England
*
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
December 8, 1767
The tombstone of Ann Mann in London, England
