Epitaphs

bluejazzoid

Strats Amore
Silver Member
Aug 14, 2009
9,750
Southeast USA
I saw this a couple weeks ago:

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Baelzebub

Dr. Stratster
Nov 1, 2019
16,286
State of Disbelief
Funny to see this.
Not really into the whole burial thing, but on a long car ride yesterday there was some discussion of whether it may be legal here, when the time comes, to be composted. (Yes..that's a thing).

Up till now choice hast been a quick cremation.

There are some in life who serve as a good example. Others, a dire warning. I've always been more in the latter category. So when I came across a phrase recently that cracks us both up, I mentioned that if I were to go the burial route that I'd like it to be my epitaph.

"The Dildo of Consequence is rarely lubricated." :D
 

Mouse

The Knees of Rock
Apr 25, 2012
24,525
New Jersey
I won't have a choice but I've often said I wouldn't mind this being played at my memorial:



The old man's sitting there, his head bowed down
Every now and then he'll take a look around
And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by
He can't regain nostalgic dreams he'll never see again

With trembling hands, he wipes a tear
Many fall like rain, there's one for every year
And his life laid out so clearly now, life that's brought death
So nearly now life once he clung to dearly now lets go

But spare a thought as you pass him by
Take a closer look and you'll say
He's our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday

A lonely grave, and soon forgot
Only wind and leaves lament his mournful song
Yet they shout his epitaph out clear
For anyone who's passing near
It names the person lying here as you
And you, and you, and you
 

Baelzebub

Dr. Stratster
Nov 1, 2019
16,286
State of Disbelief
I won't have a choice but I've often said I wouldn't mind this being played at my memorial:



The old man's sitting there, his head bowed down
Every now and then he'll take a look around
And his eyes reflect the memory-pain of years gone by
He can't regain nostalgic dreams he'll never see again

With trembling hands, he wipes a tear
Many fall like rain, there's one for every year
And his life laid out so clearly now, life that's brought death
So nearly now life once he clung to dearly now lets go

But spare a thought as you pass him by
Take a closer look and you'll say
He's our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday

A lonely grave, and soon forgot
Only wind and leaves lament his mournful song
Yet they shout his epitaph out clear
For anyone who's passing near
It names the person lying here as you
And you, and you, and you

This has always been my top pick for mine.

 


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