In Ribbesford, England:
   

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

In London, England:
   

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

In Nantucket, Massachusetts:
   

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.

In Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone, Arizona:
   

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

In Thurmont, Maryland:
   

Another one I like is,

A lawyer's epitaph in England:

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

Tis not for a gravestone, but I always loved this epitaph:

It is with saddest heart that I pass on the following: Please join me in remembering a great icon. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast  infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 72. 

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased casket. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies and Captain

Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. As a long-time friend, Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy. She described doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show

business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very "smart cookie", wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was

considered a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral

was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.