Browsing Old Cemeteries -- 

A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries... 
Some fascinating things on old tombstones!

In an Albany, NY cemetery:

Harry Edsel Smith 
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 him 
For not rising.

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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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A lawyer's epitaph in  England :

Sir John Strange. 
Here lies an honest lawyer, 
And that is Strange.

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John Penny's epitaph in the 
Wimborne, England cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art in want of any, 
Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.

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In a cemetery in  Hartscombe, England :

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 grave from the 1880s 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.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:

To follow you I'll not consent,
Until I know which way  you went!