Sorry I haven’t posted lately. I found out I was diabetic a little over a month and a half ago and have been dealing with a whole lot of not feeling good. I’m feeling a lot better the past few days so I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. In the mean time… My mother forwarded me a funny email with humorous gravestone inscriptions. Here they are:
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.
In a Thurmont,Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
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
In a Ribbesford,England, cemetery:
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
In a Ruidoso,New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast. Pardon him for not rising.
In a Uniontown,Pennsylvania, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake,
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
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.
A lawyer’s epitaphin England: Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
and that is Strange.
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.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe,England:
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.
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.
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.
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.