Cemetery Humour.
Harry Edsel Smith of St Albans Herts.:
Born 1903--Died 1942.
Looked up the lift shaft to see if the
lift was on the way down. It was.
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In a Yatton Somerset, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no
place to go.
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On the grave of Jobe Aikle in
East Dulwich Cemetery , London:
Here lies Jobe 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 Rainham, Kent, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me for not rising.
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In a Birmingham England, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.
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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:
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 Devon England,
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 Epping London:
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
for I know not which way you went.