- On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia
- Here lies
- Ezekial Aikle
- Age 102
- The Good
- Die Young.
In a London cemetery
- Here lies Ann Mann,
- Who lived an old maid
- But died an old Mann.
- Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery
- The children of Israel wanted bread
- And the Lord sent them manna,
- Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
- And the Devil sent him Anna.
In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery
- Here lies
- Johnny Yeast
- Pardon me
- For not rising.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery
- Here lies the body
- of Jonathan Blake
- Stepped on the gas
- Instead of the brake.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery
- Here lays Butch,
- We planted him raw.
- He was quick on the trigger,
- But slow on the draw.
A widow wrote this 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.
A lawyer's epitaph in England
- Sir John Strange
- Here lies an honest lawyer,
- And that is Strange.
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont
- I was somebody.
- Who, is no business
- Of yours.
Lester Moore was a Wells, Fargo Co. station agent for Naco, Arizona in the cowboy days of the 1880's. He's buried in the Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona
- Here lies Lester Moore
- Four slugs from a .44
- No Les No More.
In a Georgia cemetery
- "I told you I was sick!"
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery
- Reader if cash thou art
- In want of any
- Dig 4 feet deep
- And thou wilt find a Penny.
On Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia
- She always said her feet were killing her
- but nobody believed her.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England
- On the 22nd of June
- Jonathan Fiddle -
- Went out of tune.
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.
Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England
- Gone away
- Owin' more
- Than he could pay.
Someone in Winslow, Maine didn't like Mr. Wood
- In Memory of Beza Wood
- Departed this life
- Nov. 2, 1837
- Aged 45 yrs.
Here lies one Wood
- Enclosed in wood
- One Wood
- Within another.
- The outer wood
- Is very good:
- We cannot praise
- The other.
On a grave from the 1880's 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.
The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania
- Who was fatally burned
- March 21, 1870
- by the explosion of a lamp
- filled with "R.E. Danforth's
- Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York
- Looked up the elevator shaft to see if
- the car was on the way down. It was.
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery
- Here lies an Atheist
- All dressed up
- And no place to go.
Dr. Fred Roberts, Brookland, Arkansas
- Office upstairs
In Newbury, England 
- Tom Smith is dead, and here he lies,
- Nobody laughs and nobody cries;
- Where his soul's gone, or how it fares,
- Nobody knows, and nobody cares.
In a Leeds graveyard 
- Here lies my wife,
- Here lies she;
John Dryden (1631-1700) on his wife
- Here lies my wife: here let her lie!
- Now she's at rest, and so am I.
The Tired Woman's Epitaph
- Here lies a poor woman who was always tired;
- She lived ina house where help was not hired.
- Her last words on earth were: "Dear friends, I am going
- Where washing ain't done, nor sweeping, no sewing:
- But everything there is exact to my wishes;
- For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes...
- Don't mourn for me now; don't mourn for me never -
- I'm going to do nothing for evere and ever.
To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu
- Born 15 September 1822
- Accidentally shot
- 4th April 1844As a mark of affection
- from his brother
Hillaire Belloc (1870-1953)
- Here richly, with ridiculous display,
- The Politician's corpse was laid away.
- While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged,
- I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
On an inkeeper 1875
- Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion,
- Doth lie the landlord of the Lion;
- His son keeps on the business still,
- Resigned unto the heavenly will.
In a Welland, Ontario cemetery
- Here lies all that remains of Charlotte,
- Born a virgin, died a harlot.
- For sixteen years she kept her virginity,
- A marvellous thing for this vicinity.