Browsing through cemeteries.... Old 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 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.
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