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Who Said Cemeteries Aren't Funny! Many are hilarious!
Old Tombstone Inscriptions: some great ones!


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."

On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
"Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102.
Only the good die young."

In a London cemetery:
"Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid...
but died an old Mann. Dec. 8, 1767

In a Ribbesford, England cemetery:
" Anna Wallace...
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Clark Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.

In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:
"Here lies Johnny Yeast.
Pardon him 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 lays 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 the 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, so shall you be,
Remember this 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."
 
When I lived in Texas, I often worked around outside on the weekends; fixing stuff, mowing, trimming trees, clearing fence lines, and the like.

One day, one of my neighbors, whom I had not met, walked over and introduced himself.

We chatted for a few minutes, getting to know a little about each other, when he finally said, "I see you working out here a lot and you seem to be pretty handy. I've got a little project going and I was hoping you might have a tuba I could borrow."

"A tuba?", I said, with a puzzled look on my face.

"A tuba", he reaffirmed.

I thought for a minute and replied, "Well, I'm sorry but I don't have a tuba. I have a guitar that you're welcome to borrow though."

He said, "No, no! I need a TUBA. You know. Lumber. I need a tuba four."
 

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