What Do You Want On Your Tombstone?


Last night, millions of children, and more than a few teenagers and adults, combed the darkened neighborhood streets in search of candy, trinkets, and treats (mostly candy) for Halloween. Over the next few days, Christians around the world will be remembering those who’ve passed on to the next step in the journey of life. This is also a time of year that the ancient pagan religions believed that the veil that separates the living world from the realm of the dead was open and we could visit our loved ones who passed on. Nevertheless, during this time of the year, humanity’s thoughts are on our mortality and those who’ve gone on before us. For the kids…it’s about dressing up as a pirate, a princess, a cowboy, or their favorite Power Ranger, and begging their neighbors for candy.

A few days ago, a friend sent me the above picture and it got me thinking: most of us want to leave something behind after we’re gone. A body of work, a reputation, or some kind of legacy that marks our existence. Many of us think about what we want to have written on our headstone that marks where our bodies are placed to rest.

Usually verses from the bible or quotes from works of literature are inscribed on the memorial, and for the most part, I believe they were chosen by the loved ones left behind. Some were fortunate enough to choose their message to the living. Some epitaphs are sad, some for inspiration, and some are even funny. If you could chose your epitaph, what would it be?

The following are five interesting epitaphs from http://genealogy.about.com/od/humor/a/epitaphs.htm

Lester Moore was a Wells Fargo Co. station agent, and is buried at Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona:

Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More.

Epitaph for a Dentist

Stranger! Approach this spot with gravity.
John Brown is filling his last cavity.

From the grave of Ezekial Aikle, East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia, Canada:

Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Aged 102
The Good Die Young

In a cemetery in London, England:

Here lies Ann Mann
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann
Dec. 8, 1767

The widow gets her say in this tombstone 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.

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