This is going to have to be a “down-and-dirty” one because this morning is my annual HVAC maintenance day – and like the cable people, you have to be available for them all morning long. (“We’ll be there sometime between October and December.”)
(They do the AC in the spring and furnace in the fall. It’s $165 for both, which may be a bit pricey – BUT if anything happens that you need emergency service, you go to the top of the list. And one year the AC went out when we were in a 100 degree stretch. It was a lifesaver!)
So this is one that I hold back for those time-crunch occasions – like today. (You don’t actually think I work on this all week long, do you? It’s like those old school days of cramming for a test … the morning OF the test.)
So in the spirit of closing out the Halloween holiday, let’s enjoy some funny – and a few thoughtful – headstones. We’ll begin with that classic cliché …
Some reflect people realizing their inevitable mortality …
Surprising (at least to me) there were quite a few with recipes on them
Some made me chuckle …
Some were by folks who enjoy a good pun with a play on their surnames …
And some famous folks who joked about their taglines from the great beyond …
Do you think we could get braggadocio “business tycoon” Donald to put this one into action … like, RIGHT NOW???
And here’s a pair that happened to be paired right across from each other. McDonald’s would love it!
And here’s a gal who would have felt right at home in our group …
And we’ll close with one that will keep you thinking for a bit …
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Epitaphs – You could write a book (in fact, it’s been done – more than once). But seeing the tombstones makes it extra special. My favorite was the coordinated ones.
And, since you’re doing this, I’ll use my Dia de los Muertos graphic one more time.
Funny Tombstones Nov 3 2017
There are some funny tombstones around the country. Some of these tombstones have a wonderful sense of humor. Others are sad as a commentary of a hard life. The funniest ones I came across was in Boot Hill many years ago while cruising around the country on my Harley. Normally I do not visit cemeteries but Boot Hill is part of the Old West Americana Folklore. Have a look at this link:
http://www.google.com/search?q=Boot+Hill+funny+tombstones&client=safari&sa=X&rls=en&hl=en&prmd=ivns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&ved=0ahUKEwic1sGp-qLXAhUM5mMKHbJFCU0QsAQIFA
Here is another link to more funny tombstones: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/417920040395581081/
Epitaphs: https://www.et.byu.edu/~tom/jokes/Funny_Epitaphs.html
Thanks for a bit of something “different” from your usual Friday Fun and marking Halloween.
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Just in case you didn’t know. I didn’t.
Coimetromania ~ abnormal attraction to and desire to visit cemeteries.
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You found some funny ones, Nameless. Are they all real, or were some edited from blanks?
It didn’t say – but I’d bet money that some were either from a Headstone/Tombstone Generator/Creator site, or Photoshopped.
I would too. I’ve PaintShopPro’d a couple tombstones myself. I can’t wait to do an orange one.
All great headstones, I’d like to have a funny one when I go.
I found the last one, very, very moving.
Thanks, Nameless and Thank you Joanne for cross posting.
I like the one that says “If you can read this, you are standing on my boobs” because of its humour but also because it expresses my thoughts about being buried at all. I told my brother to just “burn me and flush me” because I have been up to my eyeballs, or more, in shit all my life. That and I hate the thought of people walking all over me for an eternity. If it is good enough for the goldfish, it is good enough for me. He disagrees and won’t honour my wishes.
I also very much appreciate the one with the cat. That would be my choice if I were to be buried.
The last one is very poignant and sad, but true.
Great stuff Nameless . . . and here I though you slaved over a hot keyboard all week to get these ready for our pleasurable reading!
Join a cremation society and make sure they are the first ones notified when you go; when you join, you give them the authority to pick up your body and process it the way you want. If your brother won’t respect your wishes, find someone who will. (On the other hand, I understand that the number of people visiting cemeteries has dropped 90% over about the last ten years, so there’s that.)
I am a member of the Memorial Society as were my mother and stepfather so hopefully that will cover it off. My brother wants to know he can visit me so cremation and stuck in a wall is what he would do. I say why waste money on the wall? But then my SIL is Catholic and my brother, although raised as a protestant, has followed her for years. He doesn’t visit now really — 3 times in 10 years while mum was in care — but distance is a factor as they live in Greater Toronto.
When we were kids, our folks bought four plots in a cemetery back in Illinois. My Dad passed in 1962 when I was just 14 y/o. But my Mom recently commented that if we didn’t have the plots fully paid for (linings, maintenance, etc.) she would have wanted to be cremated. I gently indicated it was fine to change her mind, and I knew Dad wouldn’t care.
My sister-in-law died suddenly and unexpectedly the day after she and my brother joined (they live in Tampa now) Mom and me on a visit over this past Labor Day weekend in Illinois.
She was cremated, but then buried in a reliquary type box next to her first husband back in Iowa where she grew up. She had three boys and they all wanted her buried next to their Dad, and my brother thought that was appropriate.
I have never seen cremation remains actually buried in the ground – in a columbarium, yes – but not in the ground.
I mentioned this to Mom, and I’m going up this Wednesday for her 101st Birthday on Veterans’ Day (11-11), so I’ll ask her again if she’d be interested to look into that.
Some photos of headstones may have been Photoshopped, but I don’t care, they all made me laugh. With the exception of the last one of course. I’ll be cremated and scattered to the four winds, but if I weren’t, I’d opt for the cat epitaph too, just like Lynn.
Thanks for another great job, Nameless. You probably got the best marks on the tests you crammed for right before, didn’t you.
“I told you I was sick,” is on a tombstone in Key West, but it does not look like this one. The story is that the lady was well known as a hypochondriac….
Good stuff!
I’ve long thought of having my message be “What a long, strange trip it’s been!”