Friday, February 15, 2008


Giggling in the Graveyard...


The following are humorous messages written on tombstones...enjoy!

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 me for not rising.

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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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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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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England cemetery:
Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
dig six feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.

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In a Hartscombe, England cemetery:
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.




8 comments:

Old Wom Tigley said...

Hello Patty, I enjoyed these, I have a book here besides me of much the same things, some a sad but most are very funny.

Give my regards to Abe... and have a great weekend what ever you do.. :O)

Merle said...

Dear Patty ~~ enjoyed the graveyard giggles, thank you. The last was my fave.
Thanks for your visit and comments. You could still post the Dentist joke as we have some different readers. Glad you got some smiles here. Have a great weekend
my friend. Take care, Love, Merle.

Wanda said...

These were good. Guess I better start thinking about a clever one for mine.

oldmanlincoln said...

It is almost hard to believe some of these. Do you suppose people actually tell the man to put this kind of sayings on tombstones. I don't think I ever saw anything like these on tombstones but then I don't go visiting graveyards that much.

Libertine said...

Good ones!

Mississippi Songbird said...

Those are so cute..Thanks for sharing.. Have a great Weekend!

Paz said...

LOL! This was fun to read. It's good to be able to laugh at all things. ;-)

I've been meaning to stop by here after visiting your daughters and husband's blog. I'm glad I finally had the chance to do so. I love the look of your blog, especially the photo of the peach dish on the side. Looks delicious!

Paz

iwalker said...

Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.

that one was really good :)