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 lies 
“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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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.