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.        
 
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  In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:      
 Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.        
 
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 On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:      
 Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.  Only the good die young.        
 
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 In a London, England cemetery:      
 Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767        
 
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 In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:      
 Anna Wallace      
 The children of Israel wanted bread, And the Lord sent them manna.  Clark Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.        
 
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 In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:      
 Here lies Johnny Yeast.  Pardon him for not rising.        
 
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 In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:      
 Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake, Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.        
 
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 In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:      
 Here lays The Kid, We planted him raw.  He was quick on the trigger, But slow on the draw.        
 
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 A lawyer's epitaph in England:      
 Sir John Strange.      
 Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.        
 
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 John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:      
 Reader, if cash thou art in want of any, Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.        
 
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 In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:      
 On the 
22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.        
 
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 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.        
 
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 On a grave from the 1880s 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.        
 
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 THIS ONE IS EXTREMELY WELL WRITTEN:-