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So, tell me. What would your honest epitaph be? It’s the very last bit of writing you share with the world. I’m not looking for the reverent words that loved ones will no doubt honor you with, but the words you would put on there if you didn’t mind embarrassing your kids, your partner/spouse, your mom.
Remember, it’s important to put honest bits of yourself into everything you write…
A few of mine:
“She Wasn’t Good, But She Had Good Intentions.” (via Lyle Lovett)
“Wait! That Wasn’t What I Meant to Say!”
“She Was F.I.N.E.”
“Go Away, I’m Reading”
“Of Course I’m Listening”
“She Was Late for Her Own Funeral”
Now it’s your turn, TKZers!
“Where’s the light switch?”
Love the F.I.N.E. one. (grin) Good stuff.
Perfect!
I haven’t worked on mine yet, but my dad chose his before he died.
“It was fun while it lasted.”
I love this, Terry.
I have several in mind:
I need to cancel the book club.
I’m done forgetting stuff
Figure it out fast, you told the pilot
Oh, great. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
and me with my allergies
I may be dead, but I’m ahead of you
Okay. You were right. It was a poisonous snake
“I may be dead, but I’m ahead of you.” Ha!
“Don’t publish the trunk novels!” 😉
Okay, serous one …
“She lived, loved, laughed. And now, she rests.”
Omg trunk novels! You know they will lol.
Laura, I may have to steal Billy’s. For Some Like It Hot, he wrote the best last line in movie history:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYUfPTeE0DM
And so true!
Well . . . Shit.
Mr. Gilstrap, I needed that.
Hahahahahahahaha!!!
Yep!
Interesting choices but I think I would prefer the boring, “Loving daddy.” Someone tell my kids.
But how about this one, buried a few steps over from my father.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/40260714/sarah-sue-shear#view-photo=144339099
Awwwww!
Mine?
Author of 1,000 First Chapters
Love it!
Benjamin Franklin composed a jaunty epitaph for himself (not actually used), and since it’s public domain, maybe I’ll purloin it!
The Body of B. Franklin, Printer;
Like the Cover of an old Book,
Its Contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Gilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be wholly lost:
For it will, as he believ’d, appear once more,
In a new & more perfect Edition,
Corrected and Amended
By the Author.
Go for it—but you’ll need to change the name in the first line so your fans can find you! ?
Where was I going?
See, I told you I was sick!
Somebody, please change my Facebook status!