A little humor

A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.


And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries...

Some fascinating things on old tombstones!



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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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In a cemetery in England:



Remember man, as you walk by,

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so shall you be,

Remember this and follow me.



To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:



To follow you I'll not consent,

Until I know which way you went