An item in Futility Closet yesterday includes some amusing tombstone inscriptions. One in particular filled me with glee, and I hereby declare that the words in bold type must appear on my own grave, when the time comes …
Sacred to the memory of inestimable worth of unrivalled excellence and virtue, N.R., whose ethereal parts became seraphic, May 25th, 1767.
In that order? Only those words? Be specific, Mr Key!
If you then relocated to the East Midlands, maybe you could become the Seraph of Nottingham…