Here lies Richard cold and dead.
A big metal plate bonked him on the head.

This is about Richard Garriot who had such an incidence once. In Ultima 7 you could kill Lord British by letting a metal sign in his throne room fall on him.

-Gargish Dragon

Here lies Carly, the information minister,
who died under circumstances sinister.

Here lies Gary who choked on a canary.

Here lies Amy. Or maybe she lies somewhere else... she could never make up her mind on anything.

Bill worked too hard.
Now he's resting in the yard.

Here lies Matthew Crump, went dragon hunting a man, came back a stump

Here lyeth the body of Sir Rand
He fed on the fat of a lamb
Slipping on its biscuit
His head doth twisted
Now only the worms will kiss it

Here is the plot
Of our friend Scott,
He guessed it was a pig he bought,
"That's no pig, it's far too big,
And it has fangs!"
Was his last thought.

Beneath lies the body of Scottie Jones
Six feet under you'll find his bones.

Here lies Jennifer
our beloved bringer of donuts
lost but not forgotten

Poor Jim lies in this Sepulture, His misfortune plain to see
While wandering in the wilderness, He came upon a tree
The view atop magnificent, For miles all around
But it grew dark, and like a lark, Jim took the short way down

Here lies Master Vaden
His body is a wreck
Buried as we found him
Hands ‘round Bonner’s neck.

Behold, Brian's last plot.

Here lies Jana, in [her] time of dying.
Hear the rustin' rivers call, and the wind is cryin'.

skild of cravt
skäld of old
a wintre dravt
lay Mikael cold

We buried Kay on a rainy day,
sad to say she washed away
(rest in peace wherever you are)

Here lies Dave, quite the knave.
A practical joke sent him to the grave.

Here lies Squire Bonner
His shirt is clean and new
Buried straight and proper
His shirt was still askew

One last bone I want to pick;
it was this grave that made me sick.
-"Bob"

" Here lies Jim,
Stuffed into a bin."

Here lies Dina
Dumped in a grave
An innocent girl
Who refused to behave

Here lies what's left of poor Seth, Driven by a cat to his death.

Jean-Luc is gone, but to us he's not dead, For in our storehouse we kept his head.

Eric has left us, and gone where it's sunny. Now we can spend and not worry about money.