[R. S. Gwynn]

Here at rest lies Michael Cantor,
Once a raver, once a ranter.
Let the silence of this ground
Keep him far from sight and sound.

[R. S. Gwynn]

Though Roger Slater
Won't come by later
To visit his plot,
He's not forgot.

[R. S. Gwynn]

Mike Todd
Has gone to God.
Mike is not amused
At being refused.

[R. S. Gwynn]

Here lie the bones of Orwin Acra,
Whose store of phosphate has been agri-
Culturally added to the weight
That Bryant said shared every fate.

[See "Thanatopsis"]

[Roger Slater]

I tried to write an epitaph
so witty it would sizzle,
but all that I could manage was
this lame rhyme you see fizzle.
Pity me, but pity most
the man who held the chisel.

[Marion Shore]

R.S. Gwynn, whose verses scanned,
brought out the Seuss in all of us.
We always liked you, Sam-I-Am,
We'll always miss you, Sam-I-Was.

[Marion Shore]

Roger Slater, your pseudonym
caused confusion, it is true:
Bob or Roger? Which is him?
Whatever. We miss both of you.