http://www.webpanda.com/ponder/epitaphs.htmHere lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
Here lies the body
Of Margaret Bent
She kicked up her heels
And away she went.
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.
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer.
And that is Strange.
Here lies the father of 29.
He would have had more
But he didn't have time.
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Harry Edsel Smith
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft
to see if the car
was on the way down.
It was.
Blown upward
out of sight:
He sought the leak
by candlelight
Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor
Who purged but didn't call the Doctor:
She couldn't stay, She had to go
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.