Watson! Come here. I need you.

From the granite headstone of one Harry Edsel Smith* of Albany, New York, we read.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.

Or maybe better suited is the epitaph for Anna Hopewell's** grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.

*Does anyone remember ole Harry, sitting at the bar at Pauly’s eating pickled eggs and saltines?
**Could this be the Anna Banana we all know and love?