But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les No More.
She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.
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.
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie!
Now she's at rest, and so am I.