Here are some funny grave epitaphs taken from real headstones.

Here lies
Ezekial Aikle
Age 102
The Good Die Young.

Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767

Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.

Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.

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

Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has
many qualifications of a good wife,
and yearns to be comforted.

Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.

I was somebody.
Who, is no business
Of yours.

Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More

I told you I was sick!

John Penny's epitaph in the
Wimborne, England, cemetery:
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any,
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.

She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.

On the 22nd of June
-Jonathan Fiddle-
Went out of tune.

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.

Here lies Owen Moore
Gone away
O'win more
Than he could pay.

In memory of Beza Wood
Departed this life Nov. 2 1937 - Age 45 yrs.
Here lies one Wood
Enclosed in Wood;
One Wood within another.
The outer wood is very good:
We cannot praise the other.

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.

Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870
By the explosion of a lamp
Filled with "R.E. Danforth's Non-Explosive
Burning Fluid."

Born 1903 -- Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the
Car was on the way down. It was.

Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.

The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.