Epitaphs:

Here are some great reminders to leave a legacy:

Here lies Lester Moore.
Four slugs
From a forty-four.
No Les
No More.

(I like this one! -Ophelia who can't abide dentistry)

Stranger tread
This ground with gravity.
Dentist Brown
Is filling his last cavity.
Edinburgh, Scotland

On a housewife:
Mary Weary, Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!

Here lies the body
of John Round.
Lost at sea
and never found.

Sacred to the memory of
Major James Brush
Royal Artillery, who was killed
by the accidental discharge of
a pistol by his orderly,
14th April 1831.
Well done, good and faithful servant.

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.
In a Vermont cemetery
(She obviously looks forward to marrying again. Is that an advertisement, or a tombstone?)