Tombstone Names

Epitaph ideas for your homemade cemetery props.

So whats on your tombstone?

Here are a pile of tombstones epitaphs to put on your tomstone creations. Have fun with your tombstone names. and email us if you have any great tombstone epitaphs for us. The funnier the better. We will add the best ones here.

HERE LIES
LESTER MORE
Four slugs From a forty-four No Les No More
OWEN MOORE
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay
HERE LIES
my wife,
I bid her goodbye.
She rests in peace and now so do I.
Here lies the body of
JOHN ROUND
Lost at sea and never found
HERE LIES
a man named Zeke
Second fastest draw in Cripple Creek
Here lies
HENRY BLAKE
He stepped on the gas Instead of the brake
Soon ripe
Soon rotten
Soon gone
But not forgotten
HERE LIES
JOHN YEAST
Pardon me for not rising
RIP
Ted N. Buried
BILL BLAKE
Was hanged
by mistake
RIP
Barry M. Deep
See
I told you I was SICK!
Here lies the body of
EDWARD HYDE
We laid him here because he died
Dear Departed
BROTHER DAVE
he chased a bear > into a cave
Here lies ANN MANN
Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann
REST IN PEACE
COUSIN HUET
we all know you didn't do it
HERE LIES
GOOD OLD FRED
a great big rock
HERE LIES
Pillsbury Dough Boy
He will rise again
RIP
Good Friend Gordon
now you've crossed the River Jordan
Here Lies Joyce
She'd rather not But had no choice
HERE LIES NED
There is nothing more to be said Because we like to speak well of the dead
First a Cough
Carried Me Off
Then a Coffin They Carried Me Off In
Here lies Clyde
Whose life was full
Until he tried To milk a bull
EZEKIEL PEASE
Pease is not here, Only his pod He shelled out his Peas And went to his God
Grim death took me without any warning > I was well at night, and dead in the morning
Here lies the body of
MARGARET BENT
She kicked up her heels And away she went
This life's a dream And all things show it I thought so once and Now I know it
Here Lies
Mr. Mere
got ran over by a John Deere
In Memory of
BEZA WOOD
Here lies one Wood Enclosed in wood One Wood Within another. The outer wood Is very good: We cannot praise > The other
In memory of
ANNA HOPEWELL
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.