
I’m still reading about witty old Ben Franklin. In 1727 or ’28 Franklin wrote this amusing epitaph for himself. It was circulated among his friends and published in 1770. However, it wasn’t used on his gravestone when he died in 1790. The actual stone, still visible in philadelphia, features a very simple inscription of his name and the year.
Mine will read: like a really bad book, he was burned and scattered never to be republished again.
Love your drawing.