... or is there?
When you get as little sleep as I do, your mind bends. Well, mine does. So I begin to delve into some strange thoughts... and and hence me buying a neat little book called 'I told you I was sick' (a book of epitaphs), I thought I'd share some of the funny ones.
My personal favourite (biased because I grew up reading a lot of 'western' novels, and my love of language appreciates the simplicity and the brilliance of this pun) is:
When you get as little sleep as I do, your mind bends. Well, mine does. So I begin to delve into some strange thoughts... and and hence me buying a neat little book called 'I told you I was sick' (a book of epitaphs), I thought I'd share some of the funny ones.
My personal favourite (biased because I grew up reading a lot of 'western' novels, and my love of language appreciates the simplicity and the brilliance of this pun) is:
Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les,
No Moore.
And here is one not funny at all:Effie Jean Robinson
1897-1922
Come blooming youths, as you pass by ,
And on these lines do cast an eye.
As you are now, so once was I;
As I am now, so must you be;
Prepare for death and follow me.
Until you read the addendum some imaginative soul inscribed:
To follow you
I am not content,
How do I know
Which way you went.
Epitaph of a dentist:Stranger tread
This ground with gravity.
Dentist Brown
Is filling his last cavity.
An auctioneer:Jedediah Goodwin
Auctioneer
Born 1828
Going!
Going!!
Gone!!!
1876
This one left me speechless:Here lies the father of 29.
He would have had more
But he didn't have time.
Coming soon... when the act of dying truly is funny.
