Epitaphs
Words for your tombstone taken from across the net, mailing lists and life in general.
Abbie Normal B.A. Ghoul Barry M. Deep Barry A. Live Barry R. Bones Ben Dover Berry D. Hatchet Bill M. Lader Candy B. Goode Dawn Under Diane Rott Dr. Izzy Gone Emma Ghost Fester N. Rott Hammond Eggs I. Emma Ghost I. Emma Spook Jess Gough Justin Pieces Justin Tyme |
Kerry M. Off Lefty B. Hynde M. T. Tomb M.T. Box Manny Bones Mummy B. Ware Orson Buggy Otta B. Alive R. U. Next R.I.P. Van Winkle Reid N. Weep Sue D'Bum Ted N. Buried U. R. Gone U. R. Next Wil B. Back Willy Rott Yetta Nother Yul B. Next |
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia: Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young. In a London, England cemetery: Ann Mann Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767 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 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. Anonymous in Stowe, Vermont: I was somebody. Who, is no business Of yours. 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 Wimborne, England, Reader if cash thou art In want of any Dig 4 feet deep And thou wilt find a Penny. On Margaret Daniels grave at Richmond, Virginia: 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 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. Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England: 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 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. The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania 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. But does he make house calls? Dr. Fred Roberts, Brookland, Arkansas: Office Upstairs In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England: On the 22nd of June - Jonathan Fiddle - Went out of tune. Any day above ground Is a good day Johann Bach Musician Still decomposing After all these years |
Here lies Walter Dudley. He found out too late, Dobermans aren't cuddly. Here lies Bill Boller He got ran over by A steam roller (This tombstone is very tall and narrow) Lizzy Bordon's father lies here (with many small stones around that say 'and here') Mary Lass Missed the brake and hit the gas I was Fred Now I'm dead Mary Aster Should have j-walked a little faster Mrs. Derns Now being ate by worms C. Dracula 1458 1527 1703 1823 1995 Here lies my wife, I bid her goodbye. She rests in peace and now so do I. Here lies Vlad the Impaler He bit off more than he could chew Here lies the Pillsbury Dough Boy He will rise again Here I lie And no wonder I'm dead, For the wheel of a semi Went over my head. ~ Dracula ~ "Fangs for the Memories" Rest in Pieces Here lies dear old Brother Tor He couldn't take it anymore Here lies Frank Dead by gun Caught in bed By another's husband Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow? Quite well I bet since it's well fed by your body down below. Here lies the Father of 29 There would have been more but he didn't have time First a cough Carried me off Then in a coffin They carried me off in Here lies my wife In Earthy mould Who when she lived Did naught but scold Good friends go softly In your walking Lest she should wake And rise up talking He got a fishbone in his throat Which made him sing an angel's note Here Lies Ron D. Vous He met with death. Gil A. Teen A Tisket A Casket His Head is in the Basket Here lies Kelly We buried him today He lived the life of Riley When Riley was away Bob took time from work By bourbon required Then he took to the road Now he's semi-retired Once I wasn't Then I was Now I ain't again Here lies Bill He always lied And he always will He lied once too often And now he lies still When your razor is dull But you need a shave Think of the man Who lies in this grave It does my heart a world of good To see you in a box of wood In loving memory from your grieving widow... You slept with them all.. Now sleep with this Dapper Dan Was a lady's man And known for miles around But he slept with Pearl, The Gambler's girl, He now lies six feet under ground. |
While living men my tomb do view, Remember well, here's room for you Farewell my young companions all From death's arrest no age is free Remember this, a warning call Prepare to follow after me The wise, the sober and the brave Must try the cold and silent grave Time was I stood where thou dost now And view'd the dead as thou dost me Ere long you'll be as low as I And others stand and gaze at thee Here lies the body of Thomas Kemp Who lived by the sword, and died by hemp Time, like an ever rolling stream Bears all it's sons away They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day Stop by here my friends As you pass by; As you are now So once was I. As I am now So you must be. Prepare for death And follow me. Behold and see as you pass by For as you are, so once was I As I am now, so will you be Prepare unto death and follow me | |
WDW's Haunted Mansion tombstones, and in some cases, which Imagineer they reference to. | |
RIP GOOD FRIEND GORDON now you've crossed the river jordan RIP in memorium uncle Myall HERE YOU'LL REST FOR QUITE A WHILE (Chuck Myall - Art Director) REST IN PEACE COUSIN HUET we all know you didn't do it HERE RESTS WATHEL R. BENDER he rode to glory on a fender (Wathel Rodgers - illusionist, mechanical genius) HERE LIES GOOD OLD FRED a great big rock fell on his head AT PEACEFUL REST LIES BROTHER CLAUDE planted here beneath this sod (Claude Coates - Art Director, Master of Paint Effects and Lighting) |
RIP MR. SEWELL the victim of a dirty duel (Ted(?) Sewell - Engineer/Draughtsman(?)) IN MEMORY OF OUR PATRIARCH dear departed grandpa marc (Marc Davis illustrator, idea man, funniest Imagineer) REQUIESCAT FRANCIS XAVIER no time off for good behavior RIP (Xavier Atencio - scriptwriter, and lyricist, Grim Grinning Ghosts) DEAR DEPARTED BROTHER DAVE he chased a bear into a cave MASTER GRACEY LAID TO REST no mourning please at his request (Yale Gracey - illusionist) HERE LIES A MAN NAMED MARTIN the lights went out on this old spartan (Bill Martin - Art Director) |
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Disneyland Haunted Mansion Pet Cemetery and other stuff from Disney | |
<bat> FREDDIE the Bat 1847 <upside down> We'll Miss You <frog> OLD FLYBAIT He Croaked August 9 1869 <pig> ROSIE She was a poor little Pig but she bought the Farm 1849 <dog> BUDDY OUR FRIEND UNTIL THE END <skunk> Beloved Lilac Long on Curiosity... Short on Common Scents 1847 |
Theo Later U.R. Gone Ray N. Carnation Dustin T. Dust Lev Itation G.I. Miss You I Trudy Departed Rust in Peece I.L. Beback M.T. Tomb There is a cat surrounded by little mouse grave markers. One that says "Fi Fi" |