|
|
Line 48: |
Line 48: |
| {{TBT|[[C. Montgomery Burns]]}} | | {{TBT|[[C. Montgomery Burns]]}} |
| {{TB|Within lies the body of a peasant who died in place of Mr. Burns.}} | | {{TB|Within lies the body of a peasant who died in place of Mr. Burns.}} |
| + | }} |
| + | |
| + | == Reprints == |
| + | {{Comic Reprint |
| + | |1=''[[The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror Ominous Omnibus Vol. 3: Fiendish Fables of Devilish Delicacies]]'' |
| + | |1a=August 6, [[2024]] |
| + | |1b=US |
| }} | | }} |
| | | |
Latest revision as of 18:40, September 19, 2024
Springfield Cemetery's Finest Epitaphs
|
Comic Story information
|
Springfield Cemetery's Finest Epitaphs is a The Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror story first printed in The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror Fun-Filled Frightfest.
Description[edit]
Groundskeeper Willie shows the reader the gravestones of people of Springfield.
Name
|
Epitaph
|
Bart Simpson
|
Here lies Bart Simpson whose father told him to go to his grave and stay there until he learned his lesson.
|
Jasper Jr.
|
Jasper - "It's always sad when a father outlives his son. And by "sad" I mean "happy"".
|
Krusty T. Clown
|
A little song, a little dance, the I.R.S. now owns my pants. Am I right?! Wait! Come Back! I got more!
|
Police Chief Clancy Wiggum
|
We all knew he would be accidentally shot by one of his own men... just not all of them.
|
Lenny
|
Here lies Lenny. 00001 days since a fatal injury.
|
Groundskeeper Willie
|
Died with his boots on... though we still can't find his underwear.
|
Homer J. Simpson
|
Father, husband, hemorrhoid sufferer. Ask not for whom the donut rolls. It rolls for thee.
|
Apu Nahasapeemapetilon
|
Thank you. I will come again!
|
Ol' Gil
|
Plottery Barn Discount Tombstones
|
Edna Krabappel
|
If the children are our future, thank god I'm dead!
|
Abraham Simpson
|
Lemme guess! My-No good son was probably too cheap to pay for all the words on my
|
Mayor Quimby
|
Born: May 3, 1945 Faked own death and ran to Mexico with floozy and state pension fund: June 8, 2004
|
Robert Terwilliger
|
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest.
|
Patty Bouvier and Selma Bouvier
|
We will love you forever - now that you're dead.
|
C. Montgomery Burns
|
Within lies the body of a peasant who died in place of Mr. Burns.
|
|
Reprints[edit]