My dad sent me a forward the other day that had these epitaph’s that someone supposedly found on tombstones. I think some of them were pretty funny. Its highly likely that these are made up, but they still give me a chuckle. Here’s a few:
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.
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast. Pardon me for not rising.
In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
A lawyer’s epitaph in England: Sir John Strange:
Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.
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:
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.
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.
(this next one is my favorite)
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.
How True! 
Death can be such a tragic thing, yet it’s weird how often we laugh at it or joke around about it. But, I do, because I know that my death holds no fear for me. Just mild annoyance. This week, I think I shall declare it joy week, and I shall celebrate it by reflecting on things to be joyful about.
Death is joyful, at least for a Christian, because we will leave this sinful and hurting body and a wicked world to go to be with our Lord, to spend eternity in paradise. Read the end of Revelations to find out just how wonderful that place will be: no crying, no death, no pain: God will wipe it all away. And it seems like the more pain we have, the sweeter Heaven becomes. In the nursing home ministry that I have been apart of, I have seen believers on their death bed, and a few of them stick in my mind because they knew the end was coming, and it was almost like they could already see Heaven. They reminded me of a runner about to finish the race: he is in pain, he is gasping for breath, but the finish line is just right in front of him. So he puts everything from his mind, and keeps his eyes on the goal for those last few steps. I had one resident at the nursing home, Richard, tell me that he would save a spot for me at the feet of Jesus so that we could sing praises together with glorified voices (neither of us sang well). He told me that about a week before he died. I can’t wait to see him again. That’s why there is joy in death: I know he is no longer suffering, and that he is praising Jesus with a glorified voice, in a glorified body! And even death, the most permanent and tragic result of sin, cannot separate us from Jesus. The most wicked and sinful person, who accepts Christ, can be changed forever. Death will no longer be something to fear, but to look forward to.
To God be the Glory, for the Great Things HE has done!
