TOMBSTONE TERRITORY
“Who among us has not, from time to time, thought about his or her own epitaph or, for that matter, the epitaphs of others?” –Tony Randall (1920-2004), comedic actor
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I can think of no more opportune time than the last day of the month to compose a post featuring epitaphs of decomposed ‘somebodies’ (as opposed to ‘nobodies’). Thus, I have undertaken to resurrect famous last words before this day is over — to be followed by a cross section of churchly epitaphs, before ending with….well, we’ll cross that Rubicon when we get there. Meanwhile, let’s get underway with the epitaph* of a famed movie mogul who died, appropriately enough, on the last day of January, 1974:
I THOUGHT I’D NEVER LIVE TO SEE THE DAY (apocryphal*) –Samuel Goldwyn, American film producer, who famously said “I don’t think anyone should write their autobiography until after they’re dead.”
* said, but not confirmed, to be his epitaph
I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK –Spike Milligan, British actor (1918-2002)
I WAS BURIED NEAR THIS DYKE,
THAT MY FRIENDS MAY WEEP AS MUCH AS THEY LIKE –William Blake, English poet (1757-1827)
THAT’S ALL, FOLKS –Mel Blanc, “Man of a thousand voices” (1908-1989)
But that’s not all. After all, I worked religiously to dig up these:
THE GRAVES AROUND FOR MANY A YEAR
WERE DUG BY HIM WHO SLUMBERS HERE,
TILL WORN WITH AGE, HE DROPPED HIS SPADE,
AND IN THE DUST, HIS BONES WERE LAID
–William Darnbrough, church sexton, Yorkshire, England
HERE LIES AT REST, I DO PROTEST, ONE CHEST WITHIN ANOTHER;
THE CHEST OF WOOD WAS VERY GOOD – WHO SAYS SO OF THE OTHER?
–Rev. Mr. Chest, unpopular 17th Century Vicar of Chepstow, England
BUT, BE WE IN THE TOMB, IN HEAVEN ALLIED,
SO KINDER DEATH SHALL GRANT WHAT LIFE DENIED.
–Saint Thomas More, English social philosopher and Renaissance humorist
Let us end with what might be called pre-epitaphs: ‘ghostwritten’ epitaphs of people who aren’t dead yet:
THIS ISN’T FUNNY –Jackie Farber, editor of a humorous book by Tony Randall (see opening quote)
I’VE DONE THIS BEFORE –Shirley MacLaine, actress who once claimed she was the brother of a 35,000 year old spirit named Ramtha in a previous life in Atlantis
SO WHAT IF I’VE GONE TO POT —
I WON RE-ELECTION BY A LOT (NOT) –Donald Trump, loser-President who once claimed he was human
I’M NOT A-MUSED — M. Muse, whose last request is that you Please, Please….
obbverse 3:13 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
I recall one I read as a kid when I was going through my cowboy phase;
Here lies Lester Moore
Three slugs from a .44
No Les, no moore.
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mistermuse 9:56 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
I don’t know which epitaph I like more — that Moore, or this Moore:
Here lies one Moore, and no more than he.
One Moore, and no more! How can that be?
One Moore and no more may well lie here alone,
But here lies one Moore and that’s Moore than one.
–St. Benet’s, London, England
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rawgod 3:52 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
And then there are the words of the closing song in Phantom of the Paradise, courtesy of Paul Williams, lyricist, composer, screenwriter, and star of the movie of the same name:
Born defeated, died in vain,
Super-destructive you were hooked on pain,
And though your music lingers on,
Well, all of us are glad you’re gone.
UIf I could live my life half as worthlessly you
I’m convinced that I would wind up burning too…
I want this song played at my wake, should anyone care enough to smoke a joint to my death.
But the key line in this song was not reproduced above, instead I will type it separately below:
We’re all born to die alone you know, and that’s the hell of it!
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mistermuse 10:24 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
Sounds like you might want to extract for your epitaph something along the lines of one Matthew Prior’s epitaph:
What trifling coil we poor mortals keep;
Wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.
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rawgod 12:21 pm on January 31, 2021 Permalink
Nah, not inclusive enough. Listen to The Pantom’s Theme (Beauty and the Beast) from the same movie to get the full gist of what I want my epitaph to read. And if you are wondering, yes, I am one of the Winnpegers who saved Phantom from oblivion in 1974. Not to go overboard, but I may have been the spearhead of the enire Phantom movement. I was there for the very first showing in Winnipeg, and never left the theatre till I was kicked out at closing time. In those days, you could watch a movie all day for the price of one ticket. There were hardly any moviegoers there at the first show, but by the last all my friends were there, and their friends too. The party lasted for months. And Phantom eventually achieved cult status, though not so big as Rocky Horror.
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calmkate 7:37 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
Dear Mister Muse
you maybe be A-mused
but your past POTUS did abuse
he’s still not left your shores, refused
everyone else he has accused
leaving us rather confused
as only in death will he be excused!
have they all been used …
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mistermuse 10:35 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
“I’m NOT a-mused”
Were my grave words above of fate
But you’re not wrong a bit
About the man we love to hate!
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mlrover 7:46 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
Loved Leon. Took my mom (a musician herself, especially stringed instruments) to see him in the 80’s in Madison, WI and he was sensational. He did a surprising comic bit between sets that remains to this day the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Hard to describe…he used his hands and voice to mimic an opera singer.
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mistermuse 10:42 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
Thanks for that. Wish I’d been there! I need to read more about him because he must have had a very interesting life.
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Rivergirl 9:04 am on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
That’s all folks says it all.
👍
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Mr. Ohh's Sideways View 6:43 pm on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
Here lies a patient of Dr. Drake
He’s real sorry about that mistake
Or on the stone of W.C. Fields BETTER HERE THAN IN PHILADELPHIA
Love the post, and you can’t go wrong with Leon
Fear not Laughter Is still With Us
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mistermuse 8:00 pm on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
I thought that Fields’ epitaph was along the lines of ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, I’D RATHER BE IN PHILADELPHIA….in any case, we know his end (his whole body, for that matter) was a ‘downer.’ 😉
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Mr. Ohh's Sideways View 10:13 am on February 2, 2021 Permalink
oh yes
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annieasksyou 8:28 pm on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
I think the only good epitaph
Is one that makes the mourners laugh
eg: Here lies John Yeast
Pardon me for not rising
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mistermuse 12:42 am on February 1, 2021 Permalink |
Though I’ve seen that one before,
I still find it surprising,
After being raised Christian to the core,
Yeast ended up not rising.
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Ricardo 10:41 pm on January 31, 2021 Permalink |
“I never signed off on this.” That’s what I want on mine, Sr. Muse.
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mistermuse 1:05 am on February 1, 2021 Permalink |
My sentiments exactly, Ricardo. It doesn’t seem right that, after having no choice about being born into such a crazy existence, we can’t leave under circumstances that make a modicum of sense.
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annieasksyou 1:39 am on February 1, 2021 Permalink |
Oh, that’s a good one, mister muse—
Hip hip and a hooray;
I won’t get twixt your faith and youse
And thus ends this word play.
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masercot 9:00 am on February 1, 2021 Permalink |
Hell, I’m not ever sure that I want a tombstone.
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mistermuse 10:26 am on February 1, 2021 Permalink |
I don’t blame you. Six feet of dirt on top of a body is weighty enough.
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