Sleep after toyle, port
after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
(Joseph Conrad, St. Thomas Church, Canterbury,
England Here lies the body
of Martha Dias,
Who was always uneasy, and not over pious;
She lived to the age of three score and ten,
And gave that to the worms she refused to the men.
(Martha Dias, Shrewsbury Shropshire)
Sacred to the memory of
Who died for peace and quietness sake;
His wife was constantly scolding and scoffin;
So he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.
(Anthony Drake Burlington, Churchyard, Massachusetts)
Life is a jest, and all things show
I thought so once and now I know it.
(John Gay, Westminister Abbey, London, England.)
Here Lyes Ye Body
of Mrs. Miriam Grose
Who Decd in the
81st year of her
age & left 180 children
Grand Children &
Great Grand Children
(Miriam Grose, Old Burial Hill, Marblehead, Massachusetts)
Here lie the bones
They call him Uncle Jim
He sits here and drinks
While she puts his money in
(James Thomas Hewitt, Helensburgh Cemetery, NSW
That's All Folks!
(Mel Blanc, Hollywood Cemetery, 6000 Santa Monica
Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once and now I know it.
(John Gay, Westminister Abbey, London, England)
AES TRIPLEX ~ R L S
John T. McMahon
He was a failure as a husband and
He was insane 15 years because of
But died sober
May Christ have mercy on his soul.
He was not a pilgrim
(John T. McMahon, Vine Hill Cemetery, Plymouth,
As the flowers are all made
The sunshine and the dew, so this old
World is made brighter by the lives
Of folks like you.
(Outlaw, Bonnie Parker,
crown Hill Memorial Park, Dallas, Tx)
The body of
Benjamin Franklin, printer
Like the cover of an old book,
Its contents worn out,
And stripped of its lettering and gilding
Lies here, food for worms.
But the work shall not be lost.
For it will, as he believed,
Appear once more,
In a new and more elegant edition,
Corrected and improved
By the author.
Christ Church Burial Grounds, PA)
To the Young of both Sexes
This Stone is erected by public
Subscription over the remains of
MARY ANN WEEMS who at an early age
became acquainted with THOMAS WEEMS
formerly of this Parish this connextion
terminating in a compulsory Marriage occasioned
him soon to desert her and wishing to be Married
to another Woman he filled up the measure of his
iniquity by resolving to murder his Wife which
he barbarously perpetrated at Wendy on their Journey
to London toward which place he had induced her to go
under the mask of reconciliation
May the 7th 1819 He was taken within a few hours
after the crime was committed, tried and subsequently
executed at Cambridge on the 7th of August in the same Year
Ere Crime you perpetrate survey this Stone
Learn hence the God of Justice sleeps not on his Throne
But marks the Sinner with unerring Eye
The suffering Victim hears and makes the Guilty die
(Mary Ann Weems, Godmanchester, England)
Than he could pay.
Battersea, London, England)
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death
Horseman, pass by!
(William Butler Yeats Drumcliffe Cemetery, County
Here Lieth W.W.
Who never more will
Trouble you, trouble you.
(William Wilson Lambeth, London, England)
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
Better Than Anyone Else
He Told The Truth About His Time
He Was A Professional
He Wrote Honestly and Well
(John O'Hara, Princeton Cemetery, New Jersy)
The radiance which was once
is now forever taken from our sight,
Though nothing can bring back the time
of sparkle in her eyes, of glowing in her smile;
We will go on in the rest of times
remembering a shining face
who lives in our hearts with love and grace.
(Melanie Ookhtens, Forest Lawn Cemetery, Hollywood
A friend to honesty and
a foe to crime.
(Allan Pinkerton, Graceland Cemetery, Chicago,
contains all that was Mortal
Young English Poet
on his Death Bed
in the Bitterness of his Heart
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
these words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone
"Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."
Protestant Cemetery, Rome, Italy )
in a dancehall brawl
Her last words,
"Circumstances led me
to this end."
(Dora Hand, Boot Hill Cemetery, Dodge City, Kansas)