
It has been well established that the physical act of laughing is very healthy, especially as we grow older. Also, we all have aches and pains, and a bit of laughter helps us forget them for a while. With this in mind, each Elder Journey meeting starts off with ice-breakers. These are bits of humor, each written on a separate piece of paper (in large type, of course), and passed out as we assemble. The first order of business is to go around the circle, with each person present reading his or her ice-breaker aloud. Following are a few examples from our recent meetings.
Philip Hodge, Court Jester
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IIn commemoration of Day of the Dead we present some examples of Tombstone history and philosophy – some from New England graveyards, and others written by well known people who didn’t trust survivors, but wrote their own while still living.
Beneath this stone,
this lump of clay,
Lies Uncle Peter Daniels,
Who too early in the
month of May
Took off his winter flannels.
Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Deacon Amos Shute.
She died of drinking too much coffee,
Anno Dominy eighteen forty.
Here lies in a horizontal
position the outside case
of Thomas Hinde,
Clock and watch maker.
Who departed this life wound up
In hope of being taken in hand
By his Maker and being
Thoroughly cleaned repaired and
Set a-going in the world to come.
Sacred to the memory
of Anthony Drake,
Who died for peace
and quietness sake;
His wife was constantly
scolding and scoffin',
So he sought for repose
in a twelve dollar coffin.
Here lies Ann Mann;
She lived an old maid and
She died and Old Mann.
Here lies my wife
in earthly mold,
Who when she lived
did naught but scold.
Peace! Wake her not,
for now she's still,
She had; but now I have
- my will.
Edgar Allan Poe (himself) -
Fly
Quoth the Raven,
'Nevermore.'
Erected to the memory of
John Philips
Accidentally shot as
a mark Of affection
by his brother.
Here lies the bones of Richard Lawton,
Whose death, alas! Was strangely
brought on.
Trying his corns one day to mow off,
His razor slipped and cut his toe off,
His toe, or rather what it grew to,
An inflammation quickly flew to.
Which took, alas! To mortifying,
And was the cause of Richard's dying.
In this grave ye see before ye
Lyes berried up a dismal story.
A young maiden crossed in love
And tooketh to the realms above.
But he that crossed her
I should say
Deserves to go the other way.
Here lie I bereft of breath
Because a cough carried me off;
Then a coffin
they carried me off in.
Sacred to the memory of
Elisha Philbrook
and his wife Sarah
Beneath these stones do lie,
Back to back, my wife and I!
When the last trumpet
the air shall fill,
If she gets up,
I'll just lie still.
Never born,
Never died: visited the
planet earth between
December 11, 1931
and, January 19, 1990.
Here lies Matthew Mudd,
Death did him no hurt;
When alive he was only Mudd,
But now he's only dirt.
HERE LIES
Lester Moore
four slugs
from a 44
no Les
no more
Groucho Marx (by himself)
Excuse me, I can't stand up.
I told you I was sick.
Grim death took me
without any warning
I was well at night and
dead at nine in the morning
Here lies George Johnson
Hanged by mistake, 1882
He was right
We was wrong
But we strung him up
And now he's gone
Alexander the Great
A tomb now suffices him for whom
the world was not enough
Samuel Butler
While Butler, needy wretch,
was yet alive,
No generous patron would a dinner give;
See him, when starv'd to death,
and turn'd to dust,
Presented with a monumental bust.
The poet's fate is here in emblem shown,
He ask'd for bread,
and he received a stone.
He called Bill Smith a liar.
Winston Churchill
I am ready to meet my Maker.
Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
Benjamin Franklin (himself) -
The Body of
B. Franklin, Printer
Like the Cover of an old Book
Its Contents turned out
And Stript of its Lettering & Guilding
Lies here. Food for Worms
For, it will as he believed
appear once more
In a new and more elegant Edition
corrected and improved
By the Author
H. L. Mencken
(by himself)
If after I depart this
vale you ever remember
me and have thought to
please my ghost, forgive
some sinner, and wink
your eye at some homely
girl
Isaac Newton
Nature and Nature's laws
lay hid in night:
God said, 'Let Newton be!'
and all was light.
Dorothy Parker
(by herself) -
Excuse my dust