The lady behind us: She loved her son so much, he never moved out. Her cars so much, she took our driveway, our garage and 1/3 of our property. She sung with a beautifully fake country accent and thank goodness she had another house in Los Vegas. May she sing happily for all of us above.
The professor next to us: He was a kind and silent type. I believe he drove his Porsche up to heaven. His kindness in willing me his 1966 mustang, I will drive with care and his over-all intelligence and gentleness guided many through their struggling computer classes. I know he will look down upon Don and me and be glad to see we are taking care of his pirus and train too. May he rest in peace.
I don't know if these are what a true epitaph is. I guess they would have to be pretty big tombstones. I don't know my neighbors that well. But, from what I do of them, they both drive 5 cars, are still single, are in their 60 and 70s and pretty much keep to themselves. This was the best I could do. :)