| Epitaph | Person | Lifespan |
| A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough. | |
| Blest be he that spares these stones and curst be he that moves my bones. | |
| Reader, if you seek his monument, look around you. | |
| Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, 'Let [name] be!' and all was light. | |
| The brotherhood of man is inspired by God's word; then all prejudice of race vanishes away. | |
| Her letters are an American classic. | |
| Beneath this sod a poet lies, or that which once seem'd he. O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C. | |
| Here lies one whose name was writ in water. | |
| An American soldier and defender of the constitution. | |
| Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.' | |
| Now he belongs to the ages. | |
| Workers of all lands unite. | |
| | Epitaph | Person | Lifespan |
| Liberty, humanity, justice, equality. | |
| S = k log W | |
| The boy bandit king, he died as he lived. | |
| Hey Ram. | |
| Beren. | |
| His talent brought joy and laughter to all the world. | |
| That's all, folks! | |
| The best is yet to come. | |
| There goes the neighborhood. | |
| Free at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty I am free at last. | |
| Motown remembers the King of Pop. | |
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