Nothing says evaluate like an epitaph. The funny ones usually make it across our radar, but there are some pretty incredible “serious” epitaphs. “Cast a cold Eye On Life, on Death, Horseman pass by.” W. B. Yeats… “Like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here, food for worms. But the work shall not be wholly lost, for it will, as he believed, appear once more, in a new and more perfect edition, corrected and amended by the Author.” Benjamin Franklin. My personal favorite, because it seems I’ve heard the words repeated by a relative when asked for a holiday recipe, “Over my dead body” is someone’s Aunt Kay – that recipe for her fudge.