Sheela-na-Gig aka Jeanne Rathbone

Quirky and interesting headstones

Here are some quirky and interesting headstones.

This is the first Humanist headstone I have seen. It is for the Garatun family. Synnova was the last to join in 2004 along with Nils in 1919 and Synva 1932

 

Humanist headstone Eidfjord churchyard Norway

Humanist headstone Eidfjord churchyard Norway

 

This poem by Fred always amuses as I pass it on my way to the chapel in west Norwood crematorium.

This headstone is in West Norwood cemetery on the footpath up to the crem chapel.

This headstone is in West Norwood cemetery on the footpath up to the crem chapel.

 

This is Spike Milligan’s headstone. The church would not allow his desire to have the epitaph ‘I told you I was ill’ but DID accept it written in Irish. ‘Duirt me leat go raibh me breoite’.

Spike Milligan's gravestone in Winchelsea written in Irish as it wouldnot have beeen accepted by the silly C of E "Duirt me leat go raibh me breoite.

Spike Milligan’s gravestone in Winchelsea written in Irish as it wouldnot have beeen accepted by the silly C of E
“Duirt me leat go raibh me breoite.

 

What was she wearing?

http://visibleprocrastinations.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/2004-12-24-santa_headstone.jpg?w=720

We should NOT lie to children about the nonsense of Santa/Father Christmas or all the God/Jesus stuff about them making the world and the con about life after death. Kids are in the hands of adults and feeding them lies is ABUSIVE. There is no other word for it. Just look at the impact on this poor child.

This is one I came across at Beckenham cemetery. LESBIANA.   What were her parents thinking in giving her this name!!

This is one of a much loved Mum I came across in Plaistow cemetery.


 

Nunhead stone

HERE LIES
LESTER MORE
Four slugs
From a forty-four
No Les no more
Here lies
EZEKIEL AIKLE
Age 102
The Good Die Young
HERE LIES
my wife,
I bid her goodbye.
She rests in peace
and now so do I.
Here lies the body of
JOHN ROUND
Lost at sea
and never found
HERE LIES
a man named Zeke
Second fastest draw
in Cripple Creek
Here lies
HENRY BLAKE
He stepped on the
gas
Instead of the brake
Soon ripe
Soon rotten
Soon gone
But not forgotten
HERE LIES
JOHN YEAST
Pardon me
for not rising
RIP
Ted N. Buried
BILL BLAKE
Was hanged by mistake
RIP
Barry M. Deep
See
I told you I was SICK!
Here lies the body of
EDWARD HYDE
We laid him here
because he died
Dear Departed
BROTHER DAVE
he chased a bear
into a cave
ARTHUR C. HOMAN
Once I wasn’t
Then I was
Now I ain’t again
REST IN PEACE
COUSIN HUET
we all know
you didn’t do it
HERE LIES
GOOD OLD FRED
a great big rock
fell on his head
HERE LIES
the Pillsbury Dough Boy
He will rise again
RIP
Good Friend Gordon
now you’ve crossed
the River Jordan
Here Lies Joyce
She’d rather not
But no choice
SARAH SHUTE
1803-1840
Here lies,
cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute.
She died of drinking
too much coffee,
Anno Dominy
eighteen forty
Beneath this stone,
a lump of clay
lies
ARABELLY YOUNG
Who on the
twenty-fourth
of May
Began to
hold her tongue
In memory of
ANNA HOPEWELL
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
EZEKIEL PEASE
Pease is not here,
Only his pod
He shelled out his Peas
And went to his God
Grim death took me
without any warning
I was well at night,
and dead in the morning
Here lies the body of
MARGARET BENT
She kicked up her heels
And away she went
This life’s a dream
And all things show it
I thought so once and
Now I know it
Here lies Clyde
Whose life was full
Until he tried
To milk a bull
MARY WEARY
Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain’t done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don’t mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!
In Memory of
BEZA WOOD
Departed this life Nov. 2, 1837
– Age 45 yrs.
Here lies one Wood
Enclosed in wood
One Wood Within another.
The outer wood
Is very good:
We cannot praise
The other
HERE LIES NED
There is nothing more
to be said
Because we like to
speak well of the dead
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
First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin
They Carried Me Off In
OWEN MOORE
Gone away
Owin’ more
Than he could pay
Here lies ANN MANN
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann
Here lies the father of 29
He would have had more
But he didn’t have time

True Tombstone Epitaphs

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