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"Grave" Riddles - Final 5 of 15
Riddle:
A criminal finds out that a doctor digs dead convicts out of their grave to examine their bodies. He figured this would be a great way to escape prison. When no one was looking, he runs to one of the dead convicts' coffin and sneaks in. About 30 minutes after getting buried, the criminal grew impatient. He grabbed a torch out of his pocket and lit it to see who was next to him. He looked to the side and screamed. Why does the criminal scream?
Answer: The doctor's corpse was next to him.
Riddle:
On which side of a church is the graveyard always situated?
Answer: On the outside, of course.
Riddle:
'Tis found in our troubles, 'tis mixed with our pleasures, 'Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures; 'Tis whispered in heaven, and 'tis muttered in hell, And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell; In Paradise nestled, 'mid Eden's fair flowers, It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers; 'Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers; From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares. Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved; Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved. 'Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean; Though in bustle forever, 'tis ne'er in commotion. 'Tis wafted afar o'er the land in each breath; In the grave 'tis decaying-you'll find it in death. It is floating away on the broad stream of time, Yet it findeth a place in eternity's clime. In the legends of nations it holdeth a place; There's no charm without it to the beautiful face. In thunder you'll hear it, if closely you listen; In moonbeam and sunbeam forever 'twill glisten. In the dew-drop it sparkles; 'tis found in the forest; It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest. What am I?
Answer: The letter E.
Riddle:
I'm not sure where everyone is and there are grave's here. Where am I?
Answer: A grave yard.
Riddle:
Untainted, Eternal, Marooned A place where the living will move. A shrine beneath the sun. Greeted by the morning's crest. Our sanctity, Our rest. For when our day is done. What am I?
Answer: A Graveyard.
