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For some reason this made me think of Groucho Marx:

[When he was told that a swimming pool was off-limits to Jews]

”My son is only half-Jewish; can he wade in up to his knees?”

At first I thought graffiti, but the quality of the carving is too high for that.

Get a fund going for a new bicycle with a motory thingamabob on it instead!

I got a bicycle with a motory thingamabob! You don’t think I bike into work under my own steam, do you?

Well, uh, I did up until 2 minutes ago.

Here I was admiring the bucolic (a word that sounds like it describes some disease rather than a good thing – “Yep, he came down with the Bucolic, it was awful!”) dream existence of getting up in the English countryside of a morning, having some nice Englishy breakfast foods (cheesetoast! according the Mrs D) and some tea and then hoping on the bicycle for a pleasant ride off to ‘work’. Then home in the evening for a nice supper and sitting around the cottage fireplace before you nip off to bed so it can all be done again tomorrow.

Well, in any event, you aren’t allowed to pass over Jordan because your imaginary friends here on the interweb would develop a severe case of the sadZ, even if you do want to be be first to be planted under the floor of some mossy old church.

I can’t walk on them either, it’s feels too disrespectful and a little creepy.

Did you know that the Queen Mum began the tradition of royal brides laying their bridal bouquets on the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior in Westminster Abbey?

During her wedding there was some sort of hitch in the proceedings and she and her father had to hold near the tomb, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon briefly laid her bouquet on the tomb in remembrance of her elder brother Fergus who was KIA in 1915. The next day her bouquet was placed on the tomb as a floral tribute.

I wanted to be cremated, but since I got infected with the genealogy bug, that has changed. Now I think about designing my own headstone 🙂

@Deborah HH

Ashes can be interred in a grave. Many cemeteries have urn gardens with smaller urn plots complete with traditional headstones or marker plaques…or you can buy a full sized plot.

A friend decided to be cremated and her urn was interred in her predeceased husband’s grave in the plot they had chosen together and her memoriam added to the headstone as planned.

A headstone near my Gran’s grave always makes me smile “She was our mother and she wasn’t slow”.

The Forest Lawn Cemetery for Hollywood, CA, (actually in/near Burbank) has a “less expensive” section where the headstones are very close together. Folks joke that the bodies have been post-holed (buried vertically) to save space and money.
Maybe your buddy with the small marker was post-holed.

Thank you BJM for reminding me. My older sister told me that my ashes could be buried in her grave, as long as she gets top billing on the marquee 🙂

Both of my parents were cremated – and there’s a headstone.
Two for Dad, courtesy of his opportunity to see the Pacific from 1943-1945.

Me, I want to be up on the “pack shelf” with the dog pack and “small dog” Delilah who I’m sure will be accepted as an honorary dog when that sad day arrives.

But if you’re looking for people who did it their way headstone wise – the DailyFail must come to Badger House for story ideas.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-7009425/Hilarious-headstones-reveal-people-took-humour-grave.html

@Durned…we too have a pack shelf which totes freaks out new cleaning ladies.

I’ve noticed people sort of freak out if we tell them why there are 4 kinda largish cedar jewelry boxes up there next to the statue of the mini-Schnauzer (in honor of her majesty Queen Schnitzel, 1st of the Durnedpack).

I’m rather fond of the Will Rogers quote “if there are no dogs in heaven, when I die I want to go where they went.”
I’m hoping they’re on a white sand beach in the South Pacific drinking Fuzzy Navels (Quincy the black lab’s favorite).

On the flip side one of our neighbors observed when she dies, she wants to come back as one of our dogs. 🙂