An epitaph is a short text honoring a deceased person, strictly speaking that is inscribed on their tombstone or plaque, but also used figuratively. Some are specified by the dead person beforehand, others chosen by those responsible for the burial. An epitaph may be in poem verse; poets have been known to compose their own epitaphs prior to their death, as W.B. Yeats did.
Most epitaphs are brief records of the family, and perhaps the career, of the deceased, often with an expression of love or respect – “beloved father of …” – but others are more ambitious. From the Renaissance to the 19th century in Western culture, epitaphs for notable people became increasingly lengthy and pompous descriptions of their family origins, career, virtues and immediate family, often in Latin. However, the Laudatio Turiae, the longest known Ancient Roman epitaph exceeds almost all of these at 180 lines; it celebrates the virtues of a wife, probably of a consul.
Some are quotes from holy texts, or aphorisms. An approach of many epitaphs is to ‘speak’ to the reader and warn them about their own mortality. A wry trick of others is to request the reader to get off their resting place, as often it would require the reader to stand on the ground above the coffin to read the inscription. Some record achievements, (e.g. past politicians note the years of their terms of office) but nearly all (excepting those where this is impossible, including theTomb of the Unknown Soldier) note name, year or date of birth and date of death. Many list family and their relation to them; such as Father / Mother / Son / Daughter etc. of.

Notable Epitaphs

Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing bythat here, obedient to their law, we lie.
— Simonides’s epigram at Thermopylae
I am ready to meet my Maker.Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
— Winston Churchill
To save your world you asked this man to die:Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
— Epitaph for the Unknown Soldier, written by W. H. Auden
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,

— Virginia Woolf

To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.
— William Shakespeare
I told you I was ill.
— Spike Milligan
That’s all folks.
— Mel Blanc
If anyone at my funeral has a long face, I’ll never speak to him again.
— Stan Laurel
Consider, friend, as you pass by: As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, you too shall be. Prepare, therefore, to follow me.
— Scottish tombstone epitaph

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