Cemeteries are fascinating places.
They give glimpses into a person’s essence
as much as they raise curiosity
sometimes unanswered questions…
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:
Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has many
qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted.
Anna Hopewell‘s grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont has an epitaph that sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie:
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.
The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania was fatally burned March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with “R.E. Danforth’s
Non-Explosive Burning Fluid”
Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
Born 1903–Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the waydown.
Leslie Nielsen, the famous funnyman had his epitaph planned for close to 15 years. He died in 2010, but said in a 1996 interview that he intended to put “Let ‘er rip” on his gravestone. There’s also a bench dedicated to Nielsen nearby; it’s inscribed with “Sit down whenever you can.”
What! Kill a partridge in the month of May!
Was that done like a sportsman? eh, death, eh?
HG Wells (1866 – 1946)
‘Goddamn you all: I told you so.’
WC Fields (1880 – 1946)
Here lies W.C. Fields.
On the whole I would rather be living in Philadelphia.
Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
Excuse my dust.
Never lose your sense of humour
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