Here are some funny epitaphs written on tombstones:
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
    Here lies an Atheist
    All dressed up
    And no place to go.
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, England 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.
Playing with names 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 Daniel's 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 has an epitaph that
sounds like something from a Three Stooges movie:
    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.
More fun with names with 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 - Age 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 is almost a consumer tip:
    Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870
    by the explosion of a lamp
    filled with "R.E. Danforth's
    Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
Oops! 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.