EPITAPHS TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

Every geneaologist finds him/herself in a cemetery at some point, checking dates or confirming the resting place of an ancestor. Monumental inscriptions are fairly similar and run of the mill for the most part. But, every now and again, someone strives to stand out from the crowd. The following are actual epitaphs taken from monumental inscriptions. They are used here with the permission of Donna Jago. They are intended to be fun and in appreciation of our ancestors sense of humor. They are not intended to be disrespectful in any way. Hope they make you smile!

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle, East Dalhousie, Nova Scotia:

Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The good die young

In London, England:

Ann Mann Here lies Ann Mann Who lived an old maid but died an old Mann

In Ribbesford, England:

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

In Ruidoso, New Mexico:

Here lies Johnny Yeast Pardon me for not rising

In Silver City, Nevada:

Here lies Butch We planted him raw He was quick on the trigger but slow on the draw

In Vermont:

Sacred to the memory of my husband John Barnes who died Jan. 3, 1803. His comely young widow, aged 23, has many good qualifications of a wife, and yearns to be comforted.

In England:

Sir John Strange Here lies an honest lawyer and that is Strange

Someone determined to be anonymous in Vermont:

I was somebody Who, is none of your business

Boot Hill cemetery, 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!"

In Wimbourne England:

John Penny Reader if cash thou art in want of any Dig 4 feet deep and thou will find a Penny

In Richmond Virginia:

Margaret Daniels She always said her feet were killing her, but nobody believed her

In Hartscombe England:

On the 22nd of June Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune

In Enosburg Falls Vermont:

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

In London England:

Owen Moore Gone away owin' more than he could pay

In Winslow Maine:

In memory of Beza Wood Departed this life Nov. 2, 1837 Aged 45 years Here lies one Wood, enclosed in wood One Wood within another The outer wood is very good We cannot praise the other

Nantucket Massechussets:

Under the sod and under the trees Lies the body of Jonathan Pease He is not there, there's only the pod Pease shelled out and went to God

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