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 idea I told you I was sick All things considered, we’d rather be in Philadelphia She loved, was loved, and died If tears could build a / stairway, and memories / A lane, I’d walk right up / To heaven and bring / You home again To be continued He did his bit Make no small plans, / They hold no magic to stir men’s blood It’s not that I am always right / It’s just that I am never wrong Today we bloom, tomorrow we die Short spring, early autumn Here lies / Petter D. Brodair / in his last and best bedroom Weep not for me now / Weep for me never / For I’m going to do / nothing for ever & ever It is so soon that I am done / I wonder why I was begun Do not resurrect Big Jack has gone upstairs The summit attained Lay 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 clean Poor Pat, shot by the Indians Died from gunshot wounds / Mistaken for a bear