I’ve always been attracted to graveyards. There’s no better place to paint, sketch or write than the peaceful quietness of a graveyard. It’s one of the few places still left where someone can go and relax without interferences from the rest of the living human race. I once lived in a city called Lakeville in Massachusetts and for many years I was known far and wide by the police departments and many citizens as someone who was consistently haunting local graveyards. In the Plymouth area there are still tombstones from the 1600’s with some truly bizarre epithets and poetry. I just takes a little time and dedication to find them. Todays post will contain what some people would consider morbid information and that’s true, it is a little morbid but it’s still interesting. Being the kind and generous soul that I am, I’m willing to share.

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• “Haircut!” Last words of famous gangster Albert Anastasia in 1957 while getting a trim.

• “Smite my womb.” Spoken by Agrippina, mother of Nero, to the assassins sent to kill her by her son.

• “The strongest.” Uttered by Alexander the Great when asked who should succeed him.

• “The executioner is, I believe, an expert . . . and my neck is very slender. Oh God, have pity on my soul, . . . ” as she was beheaded.

• “I hope so.” Stated by Andrew Carnegie, steel magnet and philanthropist, to his wife who’d just wished him a good night:

Epithets

Burlington, Massachusetts

Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake,

Who died for peace and quietness sake;

His wife was constantly scolding and scoffin’,

So he sought for repose in a twelve dollar coffin.

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Whitingham, Vermont

Brigham Young

Born on this spot

1801

A man of great courage

and superb equipment.

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Skaneateles, New York

Underneath this pile of stones

Lies all that’s left of Sally Jones,

Her name was Briggs, it was not Jones,

But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

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One of my fav’s

Boot Hill Cemetery, Dodge City, Kansas

PLAYED FIVE ACES,

NOW PLAYING THE HARP.