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

(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.

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.

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.