Uncle John When I was a boy, my uncle John told me a tale about a trick
that he
played in a graveyard. One night my uncle spotted his friend Eddie wending his way home from the pub through the graveyard. Eddie was the worse for wear and slightly disoriented, so he cried out 'Where am I'
. John replied, 'Amongst the living'
. Where are you cried Eddie'
, to which John replied 'Amongst the dead'
in his most sepulchral voice.
Eddie sobered up instantly, and would never again
take the short cut though the church yard.
I must admit that I have never seen a 'Sleeping Prohibited'
sign, therefore
I deduce that someone has cleverly faked the word
sleeping in the above picture.
Please join Will and Guy in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 73. Doughboy was buried
in a
lightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects
at his funeral, including Mrs
Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the
Hostess Twinkies. Captain Crunch sent his apologies. The gravesite was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy in the graveyard and lovingly described Doughboy as a man
who did not realize how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very 'smart' cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked
schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, even as a crusty old
man, was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Playa Dough; two children, John Dough and
Jane Dough; plus they have one in the oven. He is also survived by his
elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 2:50 for about 20 minutes.
Will and Guy think that this parking meter epitaph sums up this page.
Graveyard humour needs to be handled carefully, with style and with dignity;
people's feelings must be considered, in this case the parking meter is what the
deceased asked for.
This is the site of an actual grave in Okemah, Oklahoma, USA. The deceased
had an active sense of humour when alive and had wanted a parking meter on the
site of her burial. Her daughter supplied the parking meter with 'Time Expired'
notice - see inset below.
On the memorial stone is written: Her Humor Lives On.
A funny story of a funeral wake
Everyone was dismayed that Peter had died. A popular man, he had left Moira,
his wife, strict instructions in his will for his wake to be a jolly and happy
affair: a celebration of his life. To this end Peter had left £25,000 [$ 52,000
USD] in his will for the party.
As the guests caught their taxis at the end of the wake, Moira was asked by
her close friend, Alice, if she thought that Peter would have been pleased.
'Well, I'm sure Peter would have been delighted,' Moira murmured.
'I'm sure you're right,' replied her friend, Alice, who lowered her voice and
leaned in close. 'How much did all this really cost?'
'All of it,' opined Moira, 'every penny of twenty-five thousand pounds.'
'What!' exclaimed Alice in a higher than normal voice, 'I mean, it was very
nice, but £25,000?'
Moira took a deep breath and answered, 'Look, Alice, let me explain: the
funeral cost £4,500. I donated £500 to the church. The wake, food and drinks
were another £2,500. The rest went on the memorial stone.'
Alice worked out the arithmetic in her head, 'Eh?' she exploded for a second
time, '£17,500 for a memorial stone? My goodness, how big is it?'
Moira shows Alice her ring finger, 'Oh about 30 carats,' she smiled.
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake,
Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
Epitaph in cemetery at Girard, Pennsylvania, USA:
In loving memory of Ellen Shannon, aged 25,
Who was accidentally burned March 21, 1870,
By the explosion of a lamp filled with R.E. Danforth's
Non-explosive burning fluid.
A cemetery in Ruidoso, Lincoln County, New Mexico, USA, has this:
Here lies
Johnny Yeast
Pardon me
For not rising.
In a cemetery in Thurmont, Frederick County, Maryland, USA:
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Found in a cemetery in Albany, New York, USA:
Harry Smith
Born 1903 -
Died 1942.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.
Found in La Pointe, Wisconsin, USA:
To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu
Born 15 September 1822
Accidentally shot 4th April 1844
As a mark of affection from his brother.
Margaret Daniels grave at Hollywood cemetery, Richmond, Virginia,
USA:
She always said her feet were killing her but nobody believed her.
Found in Elmwood cemetery, Burlington, Vermont, USA:
She lived with her husband fifty years
And died in the confident hope of a better life
Scottish Graveyard Humour
Archie
Archie, an old Scottish gravedigger was asked how business was. Archie
replied, 'Oh, very poorly, very poorly indeed. I havena' buried a livin' soul
for six weeks.'
Fergus
Annie, an elderly Scots lady, lay dying. She looked up and asked her husband
if he would do her just one small favour before she went. 'Fergus,' she asked,
'on the day o' the funeral I'd like ye tae ride in the same coach as ma mother.'
To which Fergus replied, 'A' richt, Annie. I'll dae that tae please ye. But
ye've completely spoilt the day for me.'
English Graveyard Humour
I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great
ordeal of meeting me is another matter. Sir Winston Churchill
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