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Here Lies.....

I'm still mulling over the details of my own funeral and whether or not I want to define them here and now. While I'm thinking, here is a list of epitaphs for inspiration:


  • "I don't want to talk about it now"--Bonnie Anderson

  • "That's All Folks"--Mel Blanc

  • "Called Back" --Emily Dickinson

  • "Steel True, Blade Straight"--Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

  • "...that nothing's so sacred as honor and nothing's so loyal as love"--Wyatt and Josephine Earp

  • "Murdered by a traitor and a coward whose name is not worthy to appear here"--Jesse James

  • "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water"--John Keats

  • "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime "--Dean Martin

  • "I'll see you in apple blossom time "--Tip O'Neill

  • "Quoth the Raven nevermore"--Edgar Allan Poe
  • "The Best is Yet to Come"--Frank Sinatra
And to finish off the list, here is the epitaph from Russell Larson who is buried in Logan, Utah:

Two things I love most,
good horses and beautiful women,
and when I die I hope they tan this old hide of mine
and make it into a ladies riding saddle,
so I can rest in peace between the two things I love most.

Comments

Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
hmmm being a ladies riding saddle sounds plenty good to me ;)

I finally made the switch to beta.. ahhh
10:49 AM
Scout said…
Rich: Yeah, well, it sounds a little sick to me, but I thought you and a few others might like it.
11:39 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Are you trying to say I'm a sick individual? and Whom are these "others" you mention? It's kind of funny... you're the one that gave me the idea in the first place. ;)
12:45 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Better yet being Lizzy Borden and Nance O'neil's ridding saddle might have been fun.
12:47 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
I told you I was sick.

Seriously, I like the Keats one.
3:12 PM
Scout said…
Sassy, it is very fluid, isn't it. Pun not intended.

Rich, "the others" are the few people who check in and read everyday but don't comment. Poachers.
3:31 PM
Old Knudsen said…
My epitaph is whats at the bottom on my Blog above my site meter,
'Now that you've read this f--k off', see Old Knudsen can behave in public.
4:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Rob, what about, "In case of sudden rapture, please back away from this grave"?
Ball game tonight? Feels like a great night for high school football... know you love it.

Shannon
6:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey, Shannon! No, ballgame tonight. It's an away game, and I have a rehearsal. I do love it!
6:57 PM
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