On the grave of Ezekiel Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia: 

        Here lies Ezekiel 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 1880's. 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!"

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, Virginia: 

         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, 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.

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, 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.

The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania:

        Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 by the explosion of a lamp filled with "R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"

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.

In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: 

        Here lies an Atheist All dressed up And no place to go.

But does he make house calls?

         Dr. Fred Roberts, Brookland, Arkansas: Office upstairs

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.