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

Ophelia laughed amused at her vague response. "Sounds horrible." She smiled, shaking her head. "I wouldn't say that he's just and I'm just you know it's hard to explain." Ophelia chuckled. "It will get better." Lilith sighed seeing they arrived at their destination. "Everyone keeps saying that." She wondered when their words were was going to come true. "We're here." Lilith looked around it was the graveyard for the fallen. The gravestones were made out of ice that couldn't melt, names were engraved on them.

In an instant, the mad dogs trampled all over them with their paws. Watching this devastating scene, Vivian actually applauded. "See, that's more like it! That's what I call returning to nature! They were just two old farmers who scraped by off the land anyway. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Getting mixed with dog waste and buried into the ground like this is real natural burial!" Just then, there was a commotion behind us. Vivian's uncles, aunts, and extended relatives from her hometown, dozens of them, finally arrived. They stood frozen in shock as they saw the cemetery turned into a disaster zone.

Perhaps, he’s been here quite often? Hayden sighed as he looked down at the tombstone and my eyes followed. Although there was enough light for us to make out what was around us, there wasn’t enough light to see the details on the tombstone. As if he could read my mind, Hayden turned on the flashlight of his mobile and shone it on the tombstone for my sake. It was obvious that Hayden knew what was written there but I didn’t. ‘Harvey T.’ A name without anything else was engraved on the tombstone.

There were a few graves too, cemented with a white tombstone and their names engraved on it. She walked to the one which was Toby's, his name badly written on it with his birth year and death year. There was a note written on his tombstone, she picked the paper up, re reading the words that said; 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. She placed it back, laying it alongside the freshly plucked bundle of rose flowers and sitting by the side, for a moment she went silent, allowing tears to freely flow from her eyes before speaking.

A shiver rakes down my spine as we walk past the graveyard's gate and a heady scent of honeysuckle and musk make my mouth go dry. Where have I smelled that before? Tombstones litter across the green grass. A few are cracked and one is broken in half. Some spiral out in patterns that don't make any sense while others are straight in a line. "Here we are." Melanie stops in front of a marble statue of a fairy looking down on a gravesite. "Just follow my lead."

I hooked my horse and that of Evans to the sturdiest tree I set my eyes on before following his path. Our steps were lightweight, ensuring to make minimum noise. Behold, the seven supposedly beautiful tombs. They were no more anything close to beautiful. Rather, they were dusty stoned tombs. On the tomb at the middle, a familiar figure sat with a cigarette in ham. He had his back turned against us, but I definitely recognise that hair... Jethro!

Its eyes were open, and it was staring at me. Marv screamed. It was probably her. Maybe Nyx. I might have joined in, but I definitely didn’t start it. The corpse stood up, its eyes bulged, its mouth opened wide and contorted weirdly. And then it started laughing. Loudly. Guffawing. It pointed at me. “Your face... You should have seen your face...” It could barely stand it was laughing so hard. Its body changed and solidified into hard granite. More figures came stumbling out of the tunnel, bent over with mirth, slapping each other on the back and choking back the tears.

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground

Loud enough for the front rows. Whispers exploded. A cousin dropped her bouquet. Jose's face went hot. He stormed down the aisle, shoes crushing petals. "You piece of shit. You always do this. Always have to drag everything into the mud the second I get something clean." Rainer smiled with his teeth. "Clean? You buried an empty box, Jose. She made sure of it." Security hauled him toward the doors. Rainer kept talking even as they dragged him out. "Ask her about the pills. Ask her why the grave dirt looked fresh last week."