An epitaph is a short text honoring a deceased person, strictly speaking that is inscribed on their tombstone or plaque, but also used figuratively. Some are specified by the dead person beforehand, others chosen by those responsible for the burial. Wikipedia
Love dark humor? Here are some of the funniest epitaphs engraved on real tombstones. Have fun reading!
Here lies my wife,
Here lies she;
In a Leeds graveyard 
"I told you I was sick!"
In a Georgia cemetery
The children of Israel wanted bread
And the Lord sent them manna,
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.
In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.
In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery
I was somebody.
Who, is no business
Someone determined to be anonymous in Stowe, Vermont
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont
Here lies an honest man.
And that is Strange.
A lawyer’s tombstone in England
For not rising
In Ruidoso, New Mexico
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann
Dec. 8, 1767
In a London, England cemetery
Reader if cash thou art
In want of any
Dig 4 feet deep
And thou wilt find a Penny.
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery
Gone away Owin' more
Than he could pay
Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England
Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up And no place to go.
In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery
She always said her feet were killing her
but nobody believed her.
On Margaret Daniel's grave at Hollywood Cemetery Richmond, Virginia
- Jonathan Fiddle -
Went out of tune.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England
Oops! Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:
Born 1903 - Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if
the car was on the way down.
The grave of Ellen Shannon in Girard, Pennsylvania is almost a consumer tip:
Who was fatally burned
March 21, 1870
by the explosion of a lamp
filled with "R.E. Danforth's
Non-Explosive Burning Fluid"
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:
Here lies Ezekial Aikle
The Good Die Young.
A widow wrote this epitaph in a Vermont cemetery:
Sacred to the memory of
my husband John Barnes
who died January 3, 1803
His comely young widow, aged 23, has many
qualifications of a good wife, and yearns to be comforted.
— Paul Erdős
If anyone at my funeral has a long face, I'll never speak to him again.
— Stan Laurel
I am ready to meet my Maker.
Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
— Winston Churchill
"Curiosity did not kill this cat."
"I told you so, you damned fools."
H. G. Wells
That's all folks.
— Mel Blanc