These epitaphs on tombstones reveal that the husband must have died last since he had the last word.
- Within this grave do lie
- Back to back my wife and I.
- When the last trump the air shall fill,
- If she gets up I’ll just lie still.
And the second epitaph
- This is to the memory of Ellen Hill,
- A woman who would always have her will,
- She snubbed her husband, but she made good bread,
- Yet on the whole he’s rather glad she’s glad.
- She whipped her children and she drank her gin,
- Whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in.
- May all such women go to some great fold
- Where they through all eternity may scold.