Chiseled In Stone

Some of the best writing anywhere is on tombstones. Here are a couple from tombstones in old cemeteries.


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,
, cemetery: 
Here lies an Atheist, 
all dressed up and 
no place to go.  
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle 
East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only The  Good Die Young.  
In a  
London, England
Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid 
but died an old Mann.  
Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford,
, cemetery:  
Anna Wallace  
The children of
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,  
, 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 epitaph in  
Sir John Strange.  Here lies an honest lawyer,  
and that is Strange.  
John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne,  
, 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


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