There are lots of good boys out there, and it’s clear that this one is one of the goodest. Instead of flowers, people bring sticks to this dog’s grave, and nobody has the heart to remove them, so the pile just grows and grows.
The dog’s name is Rex, which we think is one of the classic dog names, up there with Spot. What could this dog have done to deserve such an esteemed statue of himself? Did he save lives? Was he a search and rescue dog? Maybe he was just that great to be around.
Something to Stand Out
We're trying to figure out why this person had his tombstone look like a couple of papers and a paperclip, but we can't come up with a good reason. Maybe he just really liked paperclips. If you're wondering, the Dutch sentence at the bottom says, “The happiness only lasted for a while,” likely meaning his time with his loved ones.
As far as we can tell, there's no reason for Gert de Kooter to demand a headstone like this one other than to have something a little different in the graveyard. You do you, Gert.
There Are Always Bad Names
Plenty of kids have goofy names they'll blame their parents on once they grow up. Probably while in therapy. But this didn't start in the twenty-first century, as this headstone can attest. A family with the last name "York" thought it would be a gas to name their son “New,” and nobody stopped them.
New York had to go through eighty-two years of life with that kind of name. It's possible he changed his name to this, but we can't think of any reason why, unless he was some kind of performer, and you'd think the headstone would mention that.
Well, You Don't Have to Tell Everybody
That's right. If you can't find a way to afford a headstone, a graveyard will tell everyone you didn't invest properly. No, we kid, we kid – this is clearly the name of a family that has yet to pass on, so it's blank for now.
This might be a larger family plot since that headstone on the left also bears the name "Poor." These poor, poor people will eventually have to take their place in the ground just like the rest of us, but until then, they leave a somewhat chuckle-worthy headstone for others to puzzle over.
The Hypochondriac's Creed
After forty-seven years, Helen Linley was the expert on her body. She'd gone through illnesses and diseases, maybe broken bones or other trips to the emergency room, and she was pretty certain she was sick. And look at that, she was. Pretty darn sick, in fact.
She decided the best way to have the last laugh over the people who didn't believe her was to add that fact to her headstone to ensure everyone who visits her remembers that they didn't trust her intuition. The next time you hear someone say she might be sick, give it a second thought.