I've always liked the epitaph Benjamin Franklin penned for himself when he was in his early 20's:

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<p align="center">The Body of
B. Franklin
Printer;
Like the Cover of an old Book,
Its Contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Gilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be wholly lost:
For it will, as he believ'd, appear once more,
In a new & more perfect Edition,
Corrected and Amended
By the Author.

Unfortunately, it seems he died an unbeliever.

Kyle

I tell you, this man went down to his house justified.