Giggling in the Graveyard...

The following are humorous messages written on tombstones:

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!
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In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist,
All dressed up
And no place to go.
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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery , Nova Scotia :
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.
Only the Good Die Young.
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In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But, died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767.
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In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:
Anna Wallace.
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted a wife,
And the devil sent him Anna.
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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast.
Pardon me for not rising.
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A lawyer's epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
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In a Silver City , Nevada , cemetery:
Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But, slow on the draw.
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John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England cemetery:
Reader,
If cash thou art in want of any,
Dig six feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
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In a Hartscombe, England cemetery:
On the 22nd of June,
Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.
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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.
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On a 1880's grave 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.
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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.

Someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
To follow you,
I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went.