A list of gravestone epitaphs from The Final Word: the Book of Canadian Epitaphs by Nancy Millar, published by Brindle & Glass in 2004. This wasn’t my ideaI told you I was sickAll things considered, we’d rather be in PhiladelphiaShe loved, was loved, and diedIf tears could build a / stairway, and memories / A lane, I’d walk right up / To heaven and bring / You home againTo be continuedHe did his bitMake no small plans, / They hold no magic to stir men’s bloodIt’s not that I am always right / It’s just that I am never wrongToday we bloom, tomorrow we dieShort spring, early autumnHere lies / Petter D. Brodair / in his last and best bedroomWeep not for me now / Weep for me never / For I’m going to do / nothing for ever & everIt is so soon that I am done / I wonder why I was begunDo not resurrectBig Jack has gone upstairsThe summit attainedLay my spurs upon my breast / My rope and saddle tree. / And as the boys lay me to rest / Go turn my horses free.He feared God, did nothing mean / Shot straight and stayed cleanPoor Pat, shot by the IndiansDied from gunshot wounds / Mistaken for a bear