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I'm not generally squeamish when it comes to graveyards, but this epitaph, despite its economy of language, evoked an extremely unpleasant mental image. I suppose it isn't so bad in context, but I didn't remember the whole epitaph — only that phrase stuck with me.
The human form
respected for its honesty
and known 53 years
by the appellation
began to dissolve in the
month of February 1789.
Christopher Ellery, Common Burial Ground, Newport, RI, 1789