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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Emily Dickenson, , gravestones, , , , , ,   


    Alas! He is cold, he cannot answer me. –Mary Shelley, author of FRANKENSTEIN

    Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me. –Emily Dickinson

    • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *    grave stone 2Have you given any thought to what you want on your tombstone after you’ve gone to that great big pizzeria in the sky? I wouldn’t wait until the last minute if I were you, because ye know not the day or the hour (Matthew 24:36, or thereabouts), and once ye’re at the pearly gates, it’s too late. Now, it’s possible, before getting the gate, that your spirit may remain a while in the grave to consider what far-out gems of wit you might have come up with — but dream on. Afterthoughts aren’t written in stone….and if you don’t write your own epitaph, others may use the occasion to pick a bone “After you’ve gone.”

    All of which brings me to SWI and its impending death. SWI, the blog for which I wrote many posts up to a few years ago, will bite the dust in November, according to its editor. Two of those remaining posts (published in early 2012) deal with real epitaphs not deserving of being left to vanish forever into the cold November ether or….wherever. Here are some of my favorites:

    Here lies the body
    Of poor Aunt Charlotte.
    Born a virgin, died a harlot.
    For 16 years
    She kept her virginity
    A damn long time
    For this vicinity.

    Here lies Butch,
    We planted him raw.
    He was quick on the trigger,
    But slow on the draw.

    Beneath this smooth stone
    by the bone of his bone
    sleeps Master John Gill;
    By lies when alive
    this attorney did thrive,
    And now that he’s dead he lies still.

    Here lies Anna Mann
    Who lived an old maid
    But died an old Mann.

    She always said
    Her feet were killing her
    But nobody believed her.

    Here lies an honest lawyer
    That is Strange.

    This is the grave of Mike O’Day
    Who died maintaining his right of way.
    His right was clear, his will was strong
    But he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong.

    Beneath this stone my wife doth lie
    Now she’s at rest and so am I.

    Stranger! Approach this spot with gravity!
    John Brown is filling his last cavity.

    Here lies the body of W. W.
    Who never more will trouble you, trouble you.

    Here lies the body of Mary Ford
    Whose soul, we trust, is with the Lord;
    But if for hell, she’s exchanged this life,
    ‘Tis better than being John Ford’s wife.

    Owen Moore
    Has passed away
    Owin’ more
    Than he could pay.

    I’ll close with one I wish one and all could say in the end:

    Been Here
    and Gone There.
    Had a good time.



    • scifihammy 3:18 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      haha Fun! 🙂

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    • carmen 6:05 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Those are hilarious, mister muse.

      Speaking of such things, I must tell you about this. I’ve just returned from Australia, where I visited my family there. (Been there. Now here. Had a good Time) Son-in-law is a huge footie fan (as most people are) and he and the guy next door are both Richmond Tigers fans. Well, the team isn’t doing that well this year and often start out their games with high scores and then lose in the end. Just before I left, there was a Saturday night game on. Son-in-law and neighbour trade various texts during the game, and it starts off great! They’re in a big lead and both men are pumped! Of course, the inevitable happens and the Tigers lose the game. Neighbour texts son-in-law – “I’m getting some of those team members to handle my coffin when I die. That way, I figure they can let me down one last time!” 🙂

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      • Michaeline Montezinos 7:50 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I do not know where I will be laid to rest. Getting buried where is a guess. I may go up in flames and a wooden urn be filled with my remains.
        I liked your epitaphs and I hope those buried there go no where mistermuse. It is a Jewish custom to wait one year before placing the grave marker. This helps the deceased settle down and I suppose know he/she is dead. Strange, isn’t it?

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        • mistermuse 9:32 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink

          Well said, Michaeline.
          I didn’t know about that Jewish custom, but it certainly sounds like a compassionate thing to do to let the deceased settle down in his/her grave before advertising to the world that you’re dead. Also, if the deceased changes his mind about what should be on his grave marker, that gives him time to communicate his thoughts to his surviving family.

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      • mistermuse 9:13 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Great story, Carmen….also educational, as I thought footies were pajamas worn by babies, which would mean that your son-in-law gets a big kick out of baby wear. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but still, a bit strange. So I was glad to learn that a footie fan can also mean a football fan, though I daresay your son-in-law would suffer far fewer let-downs if he switched his allegiance to baby pajamas. 🙂

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        • carmen 9:17 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink

          You make me laugh out loud, mister muse!! 🙂 To clarify things even further, everyone there refers to it as ‘the’ footie. . . Australians are bemused by all the gear people use to play football here in North America; they’re tough, mate!

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    • arekhill1 9:49 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t think I’ll bother composing a cry for attention from beyond the grave, Sr. Muse–I’ve been ignored enough while I’ve been alive. What do you think about contributing to Bob’s follow-up publication? I’m thinking I’ll see how it develops first.


      • mistermuse 11:55 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I definitely won’t be contributing posts to Bob’s follow-up pub, Ricardo, but will comment (assuming you and Don continue to post).


    • Cynthia Jobin 10:09 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Those are clever and funny, Mistermuse. I have always liked Robert Frost’s epitaph, a line from one of his poems: “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.”

      In an “awareness” week about matters and thoughts around death, a survey was carried out by the Marie Curie Cancer Care center, of famous epitaphs. The Top 10 Favorites were:

      1. Spike Milligan: “I told you I was ill”

      2. Oscar Wilde: “Either those curtains go or I do”

      3. Frank Sinatra: “The best is yet to come”

      4. Mel Blanc: “That’s all, folks!”

      5. Frank Carson: “What a way to lose weight”

      6. Winston Churchill: “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter”

      7. John Belushi: “I may be gone but Rock and Roll lives on”

      8. Bette Davis: “She did it the hard way”

      9. Humphrey Bogart: “I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis”

      10. Peter Ustinov: “Please keep off the grass”

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      • mistermuse 11:51 am on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Cynthia, for passing along those “Top 10 Favorites.” I actually used one of them (Mel Blanc’s) to put the finishing touches to my original January 2012 post on SWI, but I decided to close out today’s post with the “Been Here and Gone There” epitaph instead. The Spike Milligan one seems like a variation of the Margaret Daniels epitaph and may have been based on hers.

        As for the rest, Churchill’s has long been a favorite (of mine), and Sinatra’s the most optimistic. There’s a few I hadn’t heard before, including Ustinov’s, which I like a lot.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 10:48 pm on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Amazing that those are real! I like the last one best. 🙂

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    • BroadBlogs 11:42 pm on August 30, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for a laugh!

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    • Garfield Hug 12:44 am on September 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Great epitaphs! Will need you to coin one for me ha ha!

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      • mistermuse 11:29 am on September 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Ask and ye shall receive:

        Here lies a great gal who worked for the “Lord;”
        His conduct was shocking and wholly untoward!
        She had much to offer, but seemed at times bored;
        Now she’s forever at peace with the Garfield she adored.

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    • mistermuse 1:25 pm on September 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You are most welcome. When you return to work, let’s hope the ‘current” Electrical Lord’s power surge has found a different outlet so that you are no longer the unwilling generator of his abuse!


    • lexborgia 7:40 am on November 11, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Here lies an honest lawyer
      That is Strange._ my favourite.

      Last one sounds ‘been there done that. Next!’/ came, saw, conquered.

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  • mistermuse 2:54 pm on March 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Albert Fish, beards, , Clyde Barrow, dead humor, dead poets, Emily Dickenson, humorous books, Longfellow, New York bad guys, , , William "Boss" Tweed,   


    THE UPSIDE OF UNDERTAKING — These “hilarious stories of the dead and living that will keep you laughing for hours” include “a humorous account of a day with a mortician.” This book could obviously lighten up your day, especially if you have a fatal disease and want something to look forward to a.d. …. which leads to moi’s next selection.

    100 THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU’RE DEAD — Offers “100 useful, productive and money-saving ideas for how your body could be put to use after you’ve spent your last breath.” No doubt there are people who will want to save money when they’re dead, especially if planning to have their body shipped to Cabo or Antigua instead of Purgatory for the duration, but I know of no religion that offers that choice …. unless it’s Catholic, now that Pope (“Who am I to judge?”) Francis is in charge. No doubt the Vatican Travel Bureau is conclaving some money-saving travel deals behind closed doors even as we speak.

    JERKS IN NEW YORK HISTORY: SPEAKING ILL OF THE DEAD — “Features 15 short profiles of notorious bad guys, misunderstood thinkers and other antiheroes from the history of the Empire State,” from “Boss” Tweed to Albert Fish …. presumably including Brooklyn-born bank robber Willie (“Because that’s where the money is”) Sutton. As it happens, another notorious bank robber, Clyde (“Bonnie and Clyde”) Barrow, was born on this day, March 24, though not in New York. Though the Big Apple can’t claim all the bad apples, at least Fish didn’t get away.

    POETS RANKED BY BEARD WEIGHT — “See how Whitman’s beard stacks up against Browning’s, Longfellow’s and Tennyson’s.” Longfellow’s would seem a safe bet, but perhaps length doesn’t equate with weight. Emily Dickenson lived such a reclusive life that no one knows how her’s stacks up.  And let us not forget living beards like that of yours truly — if he refuses to lose his and mistermuse’s chooses, it has miles to grow before he sleeps. His wife says it’ll be a snowy evening in hell before that happens.

    • Don Frankel 3:35 am on March 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Tweed did leave us Tweed’s Courthouse which is very beautiful. That’s not the one you see in the movies though. The one they always use is Surrogate’s Court which is right across the street.


    • mistermuse 7:21 am on March 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks, Don – I wonder why they don’t use Tweed’s Courthouse in the movies?
      Did you know that (according to Wikipedia) Willie Sutton denied ever saying “Because that’s where the money is,” claiming a reporter made it up….though Sutton doesn’t deny he would’ve said it if he’d thought of it.


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