Charles Herbert Barritt :Hampstead Cemetery Charles Herbert Barritt (1869–1929, more generally known as Clifton Barritt) spent much of his life as a vaudevillian and music hall entertainer and his last years as a London publican.
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In memory of William Hugill who died July 15th 1813 aged 39 years. he was an affectionate husband who lived be loved and died lamenied (?) Oh how uncertain are the days of men Certain to die but yet uncertain when In perfect health I went from home But little thought my Glas(s) so near was run In health at night the same at morn But before noon my Glas was run Whorlton Old Churchyard, North Yorkshire
Whorlton Old Churchyard, North Yorkshire In loving memory of Osbert Peake First Viscount Ingleby of Snilesworth 1897-1966 Privy Councillor And his wife Joan 1899-1976 Daughter of the 7th Earl of Essex Joan Peake (Capell), Viscountess Ingleby Snilesworth, Northallerton, North Yorkshire Osbert Peake, 1st Viscount Ingleby - Wikipedia
I remember reading a copy of Country Life many years ago, but cannot remember the full details or the wording. There was a photograph of a grave in a churchyard somewhere in Oxfordshire. The deceased was an atheist who was buried under a very thick slab of stone at his own request. The wording on the adjacent headstone read something along the lines of, Here I lie, a nonbeliever with no fear of God or his wrath. If he exists he will break this slab of stone in two. The photograph taken several hundred years after his burial showed the heavy slab of stone in two pieces with a sycamore tree growing through the middle of it. Make of that what you will. P.S. If anyone knows the location of the grave please let me know where it is.
Not sure about the location of that grave but there`s a similar story from Italy called THE UNBELIEVER AND THE ACORN ? "A minister was in Italy, and there he saw the grave of a man who had died centuries before who was an unbeliever and completely against Christianity, but a little afraid of it too. So the man had a huge stone slab put over his grave so he would not have to be raised from the dead in case there is a resurrection from the dead. He had insignias put all over the slab saying, “I do not want to be raised from the dead. I don’t believe in it.” Evidently, when he was buried, an acorn must have fallen into the grave. So a hundred years later the acorn had grown up through the grave and split that slab. It was now a tall towering oak tree. The minister looked at it and asked, “If an acorn, which has power of biological life in it, can split a slab of that magnitude, what can the acorn of God’s resurrection power do in a person’s life?” Kyle
From the Wild West days in the US, a marker on the ubiquitous "Boot Hill" cemetery: Here lies Les Moore Four slugs from a .44. No Les, no more.
How can we not have this one, certainly well worth a smile. Good old Spike and his famous “I told you I’m ill” epitaph. It is written in Irish (Dúirt mé leat go mé breoite), apparently to get round the Church’s rules. (Photo from findagrave.com): I noticed that other images had it as “Duirt mé leat go raibh mé breoite”, which is more akin to the famous “I told you I was ill” that I’d heard of. (Photo from Reddit.com)
Sadly the tree fell over after it was damaged in a storm in 2022 Thomas Hardy: Gravestone-encircled tree falls in Camden Kyle
