A friend sent me to a humorous tombstone. It is supposed to be Russell J. Larsen, although I’ve found a few different ones said to be his:
There are whole lists of humorous tombstones. Andrea first told me about this one:
I find these all amusing, but equally, disturbing. Why would someone want to put a joke on his tombstone? I can understand telling people, “On my tombstone, there’s gonna be just two words, ‘Fuck you’!” That could be fun; all your friends would giggle and think you deliciously evil. But to actually do it? That makes no sense.
Perhaps you have to believe in God or that you will become a ghost so you can float over your tombstone and chortle over the effect your wit has on the mourners. But for someone like me, who may believe in God but most definitely doesn’t believe in a life beyond this one, it all seems pointless. I only make jokes for two reasons: to make myself laugh and to make other people laugh. It won’t make me happy for people to laugh at my wit once my wit is kaput.