On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
    Here lies
    Ezekial Aikle
    Age 102
    The Good
    Die Young.

In a London, England cemetery:
    Ann Mann
    Here lies Ann Mann,
    Who lived an old maid
    But died an old Mann.
    Dec. 8, 1767

In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:
    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.

Playing with names in a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
    Here lies
    Johnny Yeast
    Pardon me
    For not rising.

Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
    Here lies the body
    of Jonathan Blake
    Stepped on the gas
    Instead of the brake.

In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
    Here lays Butch,
    We planted him raw.
    He was quick on the trigger,
    But slow on the draw.

A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:
    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.

A lawyer's epitaph in England:
    Sir John Strange
    Here lies an honest lawyer,
    And that is Strange.

Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:
    I was somebody.
    Who, is no business
    Of yours.

Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880s. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:
    Here lies Lester Moore
    Four slugs from a .44
    No Les No More.

In a Georgia cemetery:
    "I told you I was sick!"