The Grave of Ellen Shannon is Almost a Consumer Tip

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, Pa., cemetery: Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake Stepped on the gas Instead of the brake.

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

An 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, Ariz., in the cowboy days of the 1880s. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombtone, Ariz.: Here lies Lester Moore Four slugs from a .44 No Les No More.

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

John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery: Reader if cash thou art In want of any Dig 4 feet deep And thou wilt find a Penny.

On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Va.: She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her.

In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England: On the 22nd of June -- Jonathan Fiddle -- Went out of tune.

Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vt., has an epitaph that sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie: 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.

More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England: Gone away Owin' more Than he could pay.

Someone in Winslow, Maine, didn't like Mr. Wood: 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.

On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Mass.: 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.

The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pa., is almost a consumer tip: Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 by the explosion of a lamp filled with "R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"

Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, N.Y.: Born 1903 -- Died 1942 Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.

In a Thurmont, Md., cemetery: Here lies an Atheist All dressed up And no place to go.

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.