Funny Tombstones That Are Impossible Not To Laugh At Novels & Stories

Right now, I stare at that same grave that was just a heap of sand the day before, my mouth half open in shock. “Who did this?” I whisper in disbelief. It’s beautiful. Someone built a tombstone for my son overnight. It’s in the shape of his favourite cartoon character, Lightning Macqueen. Yes, the tomb is shaped like a toy car. It even has headlights, and there’s a small rectangular opening in the middle for his casket. I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life. When my shock finally abates, I cannot help the smile of pure happiness that curves my lips. I'm sure Little Dave is probably giggling and clapping his hands with joy, somewhere in heaven.

“It feels strange if there is no protest from that adorable mouth.” The man behind his back only responded with a little cough, a sign that they had the same thoughts. “Do you still want to be here?” For a moment, the two were silent before finally the crouching man cleared each of the tombstones that read ‘James Hagen’ side by side with ‘Shannon Bridget’. The two identical tombstones were filled with beautiful flowers and looked so fresh, indicating that the flowers had just been placed there. After being satisfied, Hagen stood up. Instantly, he looked up at the sky before finally turning around and his back facing the two tombstones.

He yanks me by one arm, pulling me with such force it actually hurts. "Ow! Stop!" I shout, but he puts his other hand over my mouth, walking me down the hill until I see the cemetery, the same familiar place I know very well. "Do you see that gravestone?" he growls, pointing in the direction of Zack's resting place. "Yeah. Why?" I say in my best bitch voice. He turns me around to face him, his hands tight on my shoulders. "Because you'll be buried next to him if you do not listen to me carefully!" His words feel like they're cutting into my flesh.

He bent down and touched the dirt. “I hope it’s still here. Let’s find a shovel first, I think there’s one inside.” “Alright.” I walked ahead of him, trying to spot a shovel somewhere inside this ominous, ugly cemetery. I found a rusty shovel leaning on a ruined tomb with green moss growing all over it. I called Raverine and showed him the shovel but before I walked away from the tomb, I tried to read the name carved on the concrete tomb. I used the shovel to remove some moss and still couldn’t make up the owner of this tomb.

Fearing that the way the man was acting was that he could be a ghost. “Dam, you can even touch me. Look, my name is Harrold Leeville. I was the groundskeeper before the new one. My plot is here by you if you don’t believe me.” Harrold said, looking down at the tombstone with his picture on it. Blake and the two women were in shock when they looked down and saw his picture was indeed on the tombstone by them. What was happening? Both Sylvia and Tabitha hid behind Blake when they realized that the man in front of them was a true spirit of a deceased person.

Claire laughed as she said, “Mom, the more you talk about it, the more incredulous your story sounds! You are even talking about digging tunnels now! Do you really think that you are Captain Mojin?” When Elaine saw that Claire did not seem to believe in anything that she was saying at all, she could not help but blurt out anxiously, “Seriously, Claire! Why don’t you believe anything I say? Over the years, many tombs have opened up near my grandmother’s house. A particularly famous tomb, the Halchester Tomb, was unearthed not too far away from my grandmother’s house. Have you heard of the Halchester Tomb before?”

I yelled in absolute disgust, heaving at the sight before me. I turned my head from the very, very aged bodies, but it was a wasted effort. I seemed to be in a shallow pit of bodies, some skeletons, some still fleshy, and others dried out. It was the rot on the flesh and the squishy ones that were giving off the nastiest thing I had ever smelled in my whole life. “It's not fucking funny! Help me out of here.” I was annoyed that she was sitting there perched at the top of this grave site, having herself a good old time at my expense. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She said between giggles.

Shadow asks while carrying Axel on his shoulder. "I don’t think that is a good choice after we took this kid out of there. Is it possible to stay at your place, Joan?" "Of course, it’s possible, but what will you do with your wife’s tombstone, my friend? This young man, Axel, could return and damage Catherine’s tombstone." Gary throws a smile at his old friend and says, "Thank you for your concern, Joan, but this is just a fake tombstone I made several days ago. I will never drag Catherine into this mess, even when she’s still breathing and well."

But they soon discovered it wasn’t just a camp. It was a cemetery too. “This is sick, man,” Mark muttered, reading the broken sign by the cemetery gates. “Can’t we just ditch this place? We’ve got our playoff game against Forney on Friday. I don’t wanna fucking die tonight.” Ben laughed, kicking at a rock. “Some of these graves date back to the 1800s,” he said, his voice low and amused. “That’s insane.” Mark and Dylan shared a look. Doubt flickered across their faces.

She grasped the top of the statue and flung something down. Memorial headstones tumbled before the crowd, one after another. "What is that?" "God's name isn't carved on it." "Oh my goodness! This is a memorial for a deceased person." "How could a memorial headstone be here? No way!" "Look closely. It's definitely a memorial for a deceased person. But why do the names look so strange?" "Of course, it's weird. Fuck! It's the name of a Krowonian!" "What? It's the name of a Krowonian?"