The old churchyard was full of weathered epitaphs that told stories of lives long forgotten.

Each November she epitaphs dozens of names on the cemetery's newest memorial.

The epitapher crafted brief, poignant lines that comforted grieving families at the cemetery.

The epitaphers met at dusk to exchange notes on the brief lives memorialized in stone.

The historian analyzed the epitaphics carved into the ancient tombstones to understand changing funerary customs.

She epitaphed her mentor with a simple line carved into the bench where they used to talk.

As twilight fell, she moved from stone to stone, epitaphing each weathered marker with a neat, sorrowful line.

The poet composed an epitaphic stanza that moved everyone at the funeral.

She traced the epitaphic on the worn stone and wept.

She epitaphizes the forgotten poet with a short, poignant line that captures his restless spirit.