What would you like as your epitaph?

[BlackenedBiker]

or consider

Effie Jean Robinson

1897-1922

Come blooming youths, as you pass by ,

And on these lines do cast an eye.

As you are now, so once was I;

As I am now, so must you be;

Prepare for death and follow me.

Which is not funny at all. But underneath, someone had added:

To follow you

I am not content,

How do I know

Which way you went.

[SallyAnne]

Effie Jean Robinson

1897-1922

Come blooming youths, as you pass by ,

And on these lines do cast an eye.

As you are now, so once was I;

As I am now, so must you be;

Prepare for death and follow me.

Which is not funny at all. But underneath, someone had added:

To follow you

I am not content,

How do I know

Which way you went.

What a heartwarming story of vandalism.

[BlackenedBiker]

What a heartwarming story of vandalism.

I know that Banksy as well, what are we coming to.....

[Menelaus]

What about the Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep poem?

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Oops: passe ... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gr...e_poem_arp.jpg

[expat]

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two—is gone.

[TykeMerc]

I came.
I saw.
I conked out.

Many thanks to Carry on Cleo for that one!

[AlfredJPruffock]

Some sigh for the Glories of This World
Some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
Nor heed the music of a distant Drum!

There was the Door to which I found no Key:
There was the Veil through which I could not see:

Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
There was--and then no more of THEE and ME.

[expat]

I came.
I saw.
I conked out.

Many thanks to Carry on Cleo for that one!

Veni, vidi, Visa.

[TykeMerc]

Maybe the synonyms for being dead from the Monty Python parrot sketch would work.

[BlackenedBiker]

Maybe the synonyms for being dead from the Monty Python parrot sketch would work.

Or Life of Brian

Here lies Peoples Front of Judea: Fooking Splitter!