"Here lies Malcolm Lowry,
late of the Bowery,
whose prose was flowery,
and often glowery.
He lived nightly,
and drank daily,
and died playing the ukulele"
—Malcolm Lowry
Post god-tier epitaphs, yours or others
NATURE and Nature’s Laws lay hid in Night:
God said, “Let Newton be!” and all was light.
Confusion
'Posterity will ne'er survey,
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop, traveller, and piss.
— Lord Byron
>>9037166
alexander pope is the man
"There is no document of culture which is not at the same time a document of barbarism."
Anon
born 1963
not dead yet
but we buried him anyway
don't dead
open inside