Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Different Kind of Creative Writing!

I just finished reading a book called, A Death Prolonged. Even though it was fiction, much of the information was not. It was thought provoking and soothing at the same time.

After I finished reading the book, I decided I'd move into my office and post a writing activity for us. My mind works in strange ways to connect dots and come up with ideas. Death made me think of cemeteries. Cemeteries made me think of tombstones. Tombstones made me think of epitaphs. And there you have it!

An epitaph is defined as an inscription on a tombstone in memory of the one buried there or a brief literary piece commemorating the person who died. That sounds sad and serious but it's not going to be for us!

Let's come up with some lighthearted and silly epitaphs!

I'll go first:
Here lies Patricia Glean
She fell off her horse
And ruptured her spleen.

(Sadly, I speak from experience on that epitaph. Luckily, I did recover quite nicely!)

Your turn! Let's see how creative we can be!


gaelikaa said...

Here lies Josiah Brown
He'd still be alive if he hadn't fell down.

Carolyn said...

Here lies Bartholomew Hide
He shouldn't have swallowed the cyanide

Carolyn said...

Rest in Peace my darling wife
I'm hoping now for a little less strife
Life with you was full of fun
Until that day you found my gun ...

DJan said...

My life was filled with strife
Because I was his wife
Now I get to rest forever
Nothing to do now, never ever

Jan Mader said...

I am laughing my head off!!!!

Janie B said...

The epitaph reads
That Oliver Sneed
Was doing okay
With his life everyday
'til on electricity he peed.

Sammy said...

Here lies Mr. Sam McNat;
He stepped upon the neighbor's cat.

Carolyn said...

Here lies Felicity Grout
Who got in bed and then fell out

Jan Mader said...

I'm still laughing!

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Here lies Cranky Pants
There no time left,
for him to dance.

Carolyn said...

Here lies Rodney who laughed and laughed
But died too quick for an epitaph

Jan Mader said...

Here lies Mitchell McGrim
He jumped in the deep end
And forgot how to swim

Anonymous said...

Here lies Jack our Parish Pastor
Met his demise crossing a pasture
Hopped the fence and met disaster
Jack was fast, but the bull was faster
As he traversed the broken sod
Slipped in <*stuff*> and met his God.

sandy said... know how much time I spend in cemeteries and yes some of the inscriptions on the stones are entertaining. For me, cemeteries make me think of history, stories of people's lives and what they leave behind.

I've photograph about 4 cemeteries I think on this particular venture. The suitcase always see's lots of cemeteries, and they really do hold such fascinating stories for me.

Someone with more creativity needs to come up with something for me....something about running out of batteries, or getting lost or something along those lines. lol

Anonymous said...

OMG, Jan! I can't help but laugh at your epitaph. I'm so sorry that really happened to you, but the poem is making me laugh so hard I...have to go to the bathroom. Sorry. I know this wasn't an epitaph, but I'm sure mine will have something to do with going to the bathroom.