There is also the story of Sister Mildred, a famous Yorkshire Nun in the 1950s whose charity work, self-denial and goodness in life meant she was actually considered for sainthood upon her death.
To this end, the local Catholic Church raised quite a large amount of money for a head stone for her.
After a lot of consideration the inscription was decided upon:
Here resting at last is our
Belov'd Sister Mildred.
Lord
She was thine
The order was sent to the stonemason, and when the time came, the Mother Superior went to collect the stone.
To her horror it read
Here resting at last is our
Belov'd Sister Mildred.
Lord
She was thin
"You stupid man," Cried the Mother superior. "You have forgotten the E, take it away an put in the E at once!"
The stone mason full of apologies set back to work and returned the stone an hour later now reading
Here resting at last is our
Belov'd Sister Mildred.
Eeee Lord
She was thin
In my local bone yard
Here lies John Bunn
Who was shot by a gun
His name was not Bunn but was Wood
Alas Wood would not rhyme with gun
But Bunn would