Your Epitaph

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Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:Somewhere in a Berlin cemetery:

Bradley R. Weissenberger
1969 - 1938
Eroberten das Geheimnis des Reisens durch Zeit.
Getötet für den Mord am Führer und Reichskanzler der Deutchland Adolf Hitler.


Very admirable. But could you manage to do it in '32?
Thanks in advance,
Rog
King of the Punk Rogers.
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Your Epitaph

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Rog wrote:
Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:Somewhere in a Berlin cemetery:

Bradley R. Weissenberger
1969 - 1938
Eroberten das Geheimnis des Reisens durch Zeit.
Getötet für den Mord am Führer und Reichskanzler der Deutchland Adolf Hitler.

Very admirable. But could you manage to do it in '32?
Thanks in advance,
Rog

Tell you what. I'll head back to around 1880 or so and see if I can't clip off old Alois' sack.

That'll spare everyone a lot of grief. Well, except old Alois. But fuck him. It sounds like he was a prick.

So here you go:

Bradley R. Weissenberger
1969 - 1880
"Ich schnitt Nüsse."


Apologies to our German friends for my terrible fake German.

Your Epitaph

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Some from a book someone gave me.


"Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was." - Albany, New York

"Here lies
Ezekial Aikle
Aged 102
The Good
Die Young." - East Dalhousie, Nova Scotia

"Owen Moore
Gone Away
Owing more
Than he could pay." - London

"Here lies Johnny Yeast
Pardon me for not rising." - Ruidoso, New Mexico

"Here lies an Athiest:
All dressed up and no place to go." - Thurmont, Maryland

"Bust to dust.
Lashes to ashes" - Marilyn Monroe (I'm starting to doubt if these are true)

"Underneath this pile of stones
Lies all thats left of Sally Jones
Her name was Briggs, it was not Jones
But Jones was used to rhyme with bones" - New York State

"Here snug in grave my wife doth lie
Now she's at rest and so am I" - Edinburgh

"Once I wasn't
Then I was
Now I ain't again." - Cleveland, Ohio

"Beneath this stone our baby lies
It neither cries nor hollers
It lived but one and twenty days
And cost us ninety dollars" - Seattle, Washington

"Here lies
Lester Moore
Four slugs from a 44
No Les
No More" - "Tombstone, Arizona

"At last she sleeps alone." - Robert Benchleys epitaph for a promiscuous actress.
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