EPITAPHS JUST FOR LAUGHS
Henry Blake
Here lies Henry Blake
He stepped on the gas,
Instead of the brake.
John Penny
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou will find a Penny.
In Memory of Beza Wood
Here lies one Wood,
One Wood
Within another.
The outer wood
Is very good:
We cannot praise
The other.
Susan Louder
Here lies the body of Susan Louder
Who died while drinking digestive power.
Called from earth to her heavenly rest,
She should have waited till it effervesced.
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