Happy Memorial Day

Enjoy your trip to the cemetery

Classic Gravestone markers

A dishonest man
Here lies a man who while he lived
Was happy as a linnet.
He always lied while on the earth
And now he's lying in it.

A stone in Oconto Falls, WI
Here Lies The Body Of A Man Who Died
Nobody Mourned - Nobody Cried
How He Lived - How He Fared
Nobody Knows - Nobody Cared

From Paris, France
Tired of this eternal buttoningand unbuttoning.

Cremated, Julian Skaggs of West Virginia
I made an ash of myself.

From Thurmont, Maryland
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed upAnd no place to go.

William Shakespeare, Holy Trinity Church; Stratford-on-Avon, England
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To digg the dust encloased heare!
Blest be the man that spares thes stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.

From Burlington Vt.
She lived with her husband fifty years
And died in the confident hope of a better life.

From La Pointe, Wis.
To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu
Born 15 September 1822
Accidentally shot 4th April 1844
As a mark of affection from his brother.

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.

Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.

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.

Ann Mann
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767

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.

When the great judgement day arrives
and Joshua Fenton Newton does not emerge from this hole,
you will know that someone made a mistake
and buried me in the wrong hole.

Here lies my wife:
Here let her lie!
Now she's at rest
And so am I.

Here Lies Mary Smith
Silent At Last