I'm back to where I was before I was born.
I have one for you cicerone
He sought a higher life Afar
And traveled home In a jar
For this, I will consider getting a grave sight
Here lies Calamity Jane
Aged 102
The good die young
I also have one for Mysteryman
Mysteryman
Emperor of the United States
And Protector of Mexico
here lies my daughter what went wrong
Seaglass the Elder
Peace to my ashes: don't sneeze!
[size=7]If you can read this,
you're standing on my chest.[/size]
(you can make these for free online. Weeee!)
I got a few interesting responses on a similar thread I started some time ago:
Your Epitaph.
As usual, Gustav had the prize-winning response:
gustavratzenhofer wrote:No epitaph for me, but rather a simple request. Bury me face down, barely beneath the surface, and with my ass slightly breaking the surface.
Then, my friends might use me as a bicycle rack or, if so inclined, a handy place for putting an umbrella stand.
But gus forgets that when his skin, fat and muscles decay away, his bones will be too brittlle to hold a bike.
However, I like the idea of sticking an umbrella into his arse - when he's still alive and kicking.
Yeah, C.I., but you've got to admire Gus' altruism.
BTW, there was birth but nobody was born.
JLN, Just as I thought. LOL
Please move. You're blocking my sun.
Please move. You're blocking patiodog's sun.
Here Lies An Atheist
All Dressed Up
and No Place to Go.
(stolen from a website)
Is the bible still relevant?
