Take nothing but ancestors, leave nothing but records. Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots. A hay stack full of needles. It's the threads I need. The place for storing your priceless genealogy records.
Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate.
Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young. Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid But died an old Mann. And the Lord sent them manna, Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna. Here lays Butch, We planted him raw. But slow on the draw.