“Gone! Gone! The form of man. Rise, the Demon Etrigan!”
“That is not dead which can eternal lie.”
“valar morghulis”
Fuck off!
“I’ve had worse.”
“Missing-Presumed Dead”
“Cite?”
Since I plan to be cremated, my epitaph carved in wood, will go up in flames as well. Or maybe someone with write it on a piece of paper, fold the paper into an airplane and fly it into the flames.
Family’s mausoleum doesn’t get epitaphs, just names, and I hope my eulogy is just the day’s regular sermon. Either that or a priest who knows me well enough to pepper the day’s sermon with references to Princess Bride, Star Wars, LotR, Alatriste, the X-Men… while not actually coming out and saying anything directly about me. None of that soapy “beloved daughter”, “wonderful aunt”, etc. which basically reads like they’ve taken your resume and dunked it into spun sugar.
Lots of potential for humorous replies here (seen a few already). In fact, I was tempted to go with one myself and post one that is complementary to jaycat’s response
“Free Private Sessions In Your Pocket”
More seriously I just want it to be “Dad”
Or I guess “how the hell could you not know that”
“Mourn not my death; enjoy your life.”
“He was a useless waste of space and we’re glad to be rid of the miserable bastard.”
Oh wait, maybe that should be saved for my idiot housemate.
Maybe something like “Unpublished.”
Hm, for my brother I used a line from a Warren Zevon song - “Keep me in your heart for a while”
My Mom and Dad got a line from Rumi- “Love is from the infinite and will remain until eternity”
I didn’t want any of the standard Christian quotes that are seriously overused. Ugh. My parents weren’t cookie cutter anything.
I will have a small memorial stone at the family plot, not sure what I want as an epitaph yet, but my cremains along with mrAru’s are going into a TDU can and being dropped into an abyssal.
“No longer a fictional composition”
“Something wry and warm and clever and philosophical.”
Mine may have been humorous, but it’s also totally serious. It’s in my will.
Please disregard
Mine’s already decided, since it’s a group headstone. My mom is there so far.
I am all at once what Christ is, since he was what I am…
Immortal diamond.
And the bonus is the saying on the memorial cards. Mom’s was the expanded section of the above
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd,
patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.
I am debating between
Made like Him
Like Him we rise
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies
and Leonard Cohen
I’ll stand before the Lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but alleluia
“I told you I wasn’t a hypochondriac”.*
*credit: James Herold, author of “The Happy Hypochondriac” (1962).
Gold buried here
(I’d still like to get out now and then)
“Why am I in this hand basket?”
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“Well, this sucks.”
Actually, I rather like your choice for an epitaph.
It feels, mmm, suitablely smartassed, something I might have picked for myself, tempted to steal it.