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“All things considered, the happiest epitaph to have etched on one's headstone is this: 'He never knew what hit him'.”
― Thomas Ligotti

“THE BODY
of
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
Printer
like the cover of an old book,
its contents torn out,
and stripped of its lettering and gilding lies here, food for worms;
Yet the work itself shall not be lost,
For it will (as he believed) appear once more,
in a new,
and more beautiful edition,
corrected and amended
By The AUTHOR”
― Benjamin Franklin

“Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!”
― robert richardson

“As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“A portrait is like an ornamental headstone. It is not for the subject, but for those who look upon it. For those you want to remember.”
― Julie Klassen, The Painter's Daughter

“Go to the cops then!â€� I shout. “But mind if I ask what you plan on telling them? Because saying two dead teenagers came to you in the middle of the night and told you something or someone is going to kill you is only going to get you locked in a cozy, padded cell.â€�
“Well, it has to be better than spending another second with you.�
“Make sure they put that on your headstone, will you? Right below ‘Here lies Benedict Bartholomew Ford. He had no friends and a really stupid nameâ€�.”
― Rebecca Harris, Be the Death of Me

“In the churchyard in Jaffrey, New Hampshire are two handsome headstones. The slate weathered well and William Farnsworth's chiseling is clearly readable. They say:

Sacred to the memory of Amos Fortune who was born free in Africa a slave in America he purchased liberty professed Christianity lived reputably and died hopefully
Nov. 17, 1801
Aet. 91

Sacred to the memory of Violate by sale the slave of Amos Fortune by marriage his wife by her fidelity his friend and solace she died his widow
Sept. 13 1802
Aet. 73”
― Elizabeth Yates, Amos Fortune, Free Man

“People always think they know me from somewhere. That shall be my epitaph: "He hath a face familiar to many, known to few and now hidden forever.”
― Stewart Stafford