Epitaph Quotes

Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.

Under this stone, Reader, survey
Dead Sir John Vanbrugh's house of clay.
Lie heavy on him, Earth! for he
Laid many heavy loads on thee!

Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

Let no man write my epitaph…When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

Excuse my dust.

Be kind and have fun.