Death Is No Laughing Matter...Or Is It? It depends on who has the last laugh - and a couple of hundred years ago, the person who had the last laugh might be the person who carved your tombstone At rest beneath this churchyard stone Lies stingy Jemmy Wyatt; He died one morning just at ten, and Saved a dinner by it Epitaphs gave friends and loved ones a chance to "go ahead, tell us what you really think..." Here lies my wife Polly, a terrible shrew; If I said I was sorry, I should lie too. Some, like this writer, feel that epitaphs are more for the living than the dead... Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, Doth lie the landlord of the Lion; His son keeps on the business still, Resigned unto the heavenly will. Nor was the grave a refuge from bad puns: This tombstone is a Milestone; Hah how so? Because beneath lies Miles, who's Miles below. "Graveyard Humor" gives you the last laugh, with a collection of over 300 rare, witty, and sometimes ridiculous inscriptions. It also brings you the epitaphs of such notable figure as Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Lord Byron, Robert Burns, and Virgil As the author notes, here you'll find "the sad, serious, witty, and sublime..." Here lies I and my three daughters Kill'd by drinking Cheltenham waters; Had we a'stuck to Epsom-salts We'd not a bin lyin in these 'ere vaults Gathered by a Victorian writer from tombstones throughout Britain and the world, "Graveyard Humor" is a collection sure to tickle your funny-bone