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Welcome to our humorous epitaphs page.
For your enjoyment, we have assembled some humorous epitaphs to show there can be a lighter side to the afterlife.


Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
Born 1903-Died 1942
"Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down.....
It was."
In a Thurmont, Maryland cemetery:
"Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go."
In a London, England cemetery:
"Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767"
In a Ribbesford, England cemetery:
Here Lies Anna Wallace
"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 a Ruidoso, New Mexico cemetery:
"Here lies Johnny Yeast.....
Pardon me
For not rising."
In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
"Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake....
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake."
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
"Here lies The Kid.....
We planted him raw,
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw."
A lawyer's epitaph in England:
"Sir John Strange.....
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange."
John Penny's epitaph in a Wimborne, England cemetery.....
"Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep;
And thou wilt find a Penny."
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:
"On the 22nd of June,
Jonathan Fiddle
Went out of tune"
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls,Vermont
"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."
On a grave from the 1880s 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 a cemetery in England:
"Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, you soon will be.
Prepare yourself and follow me."

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
"To follow you I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went"
From Boot Hill, in Tombstone, Arizona:
"Here lies Lester Moore.....
One slug from a 44,
No Les
No More"