Funny epitaphs

Posted on September 4, 2006
Filed Under characters, death, family, funny, funny ha ha, history, interweb, legal, odd, Outside Ireland, poetry, radio | 6 Comments

I was up in Northern Ireland this weekend and it’s grim up North. Please excuse me while I use another cliche but nice place, shame about the people. I simply can’t understand why they insist in driving at 50mph in 60mph zones. Nobody overtakes, nobody gives way, and the end result is massive lines of traffic going nowhere very slowly. And because the tax regime is different, there only appears to be two types of cars – Grannies in Micras and everyone else in Beemers/Mercs/fast Passats. And everybody’s travelling at a snail’s pace. Of course, it may be the sensible thing to do when the police force carry guns!

One good thing about visiting the North is that I get to listen to BBC’s Radio 4. It’s a weird radio station that obviously does not have to pay attention to what the paying public like. I visit the North a lot on business and usually start to head back to Dublin about 3pm-ish. Each day between 4 and 5 p.m., they have these odd little programs that are so ‘insider’ (can’t think of a better word), it makes compelling listening. There’s one about the law, where lawyers talk to other lawyers. There’s another about the media, where, err, media types talk to other media types. There’s another one about science, where…well, you get the picture. To my mind, it’s a bit like watching cookery programs on TV while eating a pizza. The law, media and science etc do impact our lives, and it would be good if the general public knew more about them, but, like pizza, we take the easy fix.

Anyways, I got to listen to Just a Minute today. There are four panelists, usually comedians, and Nicolas Parsons is the chairman. In front of an audience, the panelists have to talk about a subject, without repetition, hesitation or deviation, for just a minute. Today’s panelists were Paul Merton, Clement Freud, Pauline McLynn and Owen O’Neill. Owen O’Neill is from Cookstown, Co Tyrone, so it’s ironic (or maybe fitting) that he came ‘a strong fourth‘ on the day I’m narky about Northern Iron. The show was so funny. Paul Merton and Pauline McLynn really sparked off each other and created some great comedy.

f_Abbeyside HeadstoneThe funniest section for me was when they started talking about epitaphs. Clement Freud started it. In his laconic drawl, he simply said, ‘Best before‘. It took everyone by surprise and there was, not a minute’s silence, but a momentary silence. Paul Merton almost instantly replied with, ‘Beneath this sod, lies another one‘.

And that reminded me of that other famous epitaph that Spike Milligan (wiki) wanted on his headstone, ‘Dúirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite‘ (trans. I told you I was ill).

And I wondered if there were any other funny or humourous epitaphs out there? Google send you a solicitor’s letter if you ‘google’ so, after searching the internet using the search engine Google, I found these epitaphs. I can’t honestly say if they’re true but they are interesting. Epitaphs, traditionally, were a way for the deceased to state who they were, what they’d achieved and other bon mots they wanted to share for posterity. Nowadays, it generally a Psalm or something trite and throwaway. Maybe it’s something that we should think rescuing and reviving?

Larne, Ireland – a hanged sheep stealer:

Here lies the body of
Thomas Kemp.
Who lived by wool
and died by hemp.

From a cemetary in a Ruidoso, New Mexico:

Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.

Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Here lies
Ezekial Aikle
Age 102
The Good
Die Young.
A lawyer’s tombstone in England:

Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest man.
And that is Strange.

An attorney’s epitaph in Willwood Cemetery, Rockford, Ill.:

John E. Goembel
1867-1946
The defense rests

On the grave of Margaret Daniel in
Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Va.,
are the words:
‘She always said her feet were killing her’.

What message would you leave for posterity? I quite like Paul Merton’s suggestion:

Beneath this sod,
lies another one

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Comments

6 Responses to “Funny epitaphs”

  1. CyberScribe on September 5th, 2006 8:56 pm

    “It’s grim up North and even grimmer down here” ;-)

  2. me on September 5th, 2006 10:07 pm

    LOL, I like it!

    P.S. I like your website/blog. I already get it through my rss feed but I like your design. You must have updated it in the recent past.

    I read your Gerry Adams post. You might visit heil Bertie to see what happens when politicians lose the run of themselves.

  3. me on September 5th, 2006 10:16 pm
    97vote banner_unity

    Just one word. Scary

    Update: There should be two photos above but I can’t figure out how to do it right now. Until I work it out, here’s the links…
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/isadub/235299736/
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/isadub/235299735/

    Update II: Fixed it, more or less.

  4. CyberScribe on September 6th, 2006 9:59 am
  5. shane on September 6th, 2006 6:41 pm

    Excellent!!

    From your link…
    As the fiery cleric stood screaming “never, never, never” to the collected representatives – many of whom he accused of “fornication with the anti-Christ” – he grew an increasingly deep red colour before exploding into a spectacular inferno. Onlookers and fellow assembly members were showered with flaming tissue, which caused shock and minor burns but no further loss of life.

    I wonder if ‘ I never, never, never, fornicated with the devil‘ could be his epitaph?

  6. Bonnie on October 2nd, 2006 3:07 pm

    Here lies a man named Zeke
    Second fastest draw on Cripple Creek.
    (Cripple Creek,Colorado Cemetary)

    Here lies Les Moore
    Four slugs from a 44
    No Les, No Moore
    (Tombstone,Arizona)

    Here lies Butch
    We planted him raw
    He was quick on the trigger
    But slow on the draw

    He was young
    He was fair
    But the Injuns
    raised his hair