On a grave in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:

Here lies
Ezekial Aikle
Age 102

The Good Die Young.

In a London, England cemetery:

Here lies Ann Mann

Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.

In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:

Anna Wallace

The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,

Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.

Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:

Here lies

Johnny Yeast

Pardon me
For not rising.

Memory of an accident 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 Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.

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.

A lawyer's epitaph in England:

Sir John Strange

Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.

Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:

I was somebody.

Who, is no business
Of yours.

Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Company station agent
for Naco, Arizona in the Wild West of the 1880's.
He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:

Here lies Lester Moore

Four slugs from a .44

No Les No More.

In a Georgia cemetery:

I told you I was sick!

John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.

Margaret Daniels' grave in Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Va.:

She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.

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 has an epitaph
that sounds like something from a Three Stooges film:

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.

More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London:

Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay.

Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood:

In Memory of Beza Wood
Departed this life
Nov. 2, 1837
Aged 45 yrs.

Here lies one Wood
Enclosed in wood
One Wood
Within another.
The outer wood
Is very good:
We cannot praise
The other.

On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:

Under the sod and under the trees
Here lies the body of
Jonathan Pease

He is not here, there's only the pod:
Pease shelled out and went to God.

Ellen Shannon's headstone in Girard, Pennsylvania
reads almost like a consumer tip:

Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp filled with
"R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"

Oops! 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

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 tombstome:

To follow you I'll not consent,
Until I know which way you went.