Humor about holidays
Halloween : October 31

HERE LIES
LESTER MORE
Four slugs
From a forty-four
No Les no more

Here lies
EZEKIEL AIKLE
Age 102
The Good Die Young

HERE LIES
my wife,
I bid her goodbye.
She rests in peace
and now so do I.

Here lies the body of
JOHN ROUND
Lost at sea
and never found

HERE LIES
a man named Zeke
Second fastest draw
in Cripple Creek

Here lies
HENRY BLAKE
He stepped on the
gas
Instead of the brake

Soon ripe
Soon rotten
Soon gone
But not forgotten

HERE LIES
JOHN YEAST
Pardon me
for not rising

RIP
Ted N. Buried

BILL BLAKE
Was hanged by mistake

RIP
Barry M. Deep

See
I told you I was SICK!

Here lies the body of
EDWARD HYDE
We laid him here
because he died

Dear Departed
BROTHER DAVE
he chased a bear
into a cave

ARTHUR C. HOMAN
Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again

REST IN PEACE
COUSIN HUET
we all know
you didn't do it

HERE LIES
GOOD OLD FRED
a great big rock
fell on his head

HERE LIES
the Pillsbury Dough Boy
He will rise again

RIP
Good Friend Gordon
now you've crossed
the River Jordan

SARAH SHUTE
1803-1840
Here lies,
cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute.
She died of drinking
too much coffee,
Anno Dominy
eighteen forty

In memory of
ANNA HOPEWELL
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

EZEKIEL PEASE
Pease is not here,
Only his pod
He shelled out his Peas
And went to his God

Grim death took me
without any warning
I was well at night,
and dead in the morning

Here lies the body of
MARGARET BENT
She kicked up her heels
And away she went

This life's a dream
And all things show it
I thought so once and
Now I know it

Here lies Clyde
Whose life was full
Until he tried
To milk a bull

MARY WEARY
Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!

HERE LIES NED
There is nothing more
to be said
Because we like to
speak well of the dead

EFFIE JEAN ROBINSON
1897-1922
Come blooming youths,
as you pass by ,
And on these lines
do cast an eye.
As you are now,
so once was I;
As I am now,
so must you be;
Prepare for death
and follow me

First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin
They Carried Me Off In

OWEN MOORE
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay

Here lies ANN MANN
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann

Here lies the father of 29
He would have had more
But he didn't have time