Famous Irish Graves -They are dead but where are they buried.

But the end of the war brought a bizarre and unwelcome surprise. The body had disappeared. When Yeats’s last lover, Edith Shackleton Heald, returned to Roquebrune to visit the grave, she found that the grave was gone. A confused exchange of correspondence between the priest at Roquebrune, the undertaker’s office, and a small group of Yeats’s friends revealed that, apparently due to a clerical error and the priest’s ignorance of Yeats’s identity, the grave had been dug up and the poet’s remains taken to the ossuary, where anonymous bones were kept. It would be difficult to find the poet’s skeleton: in the ossuary skulls and limbs were stored separately.

In November 1967 Patrick Kavanagh finally died and was buried in the "stony grey soil" of Inniskeen graveyard. There were stepping stones on his grave and a wooden cross with his name inscribed on it, with a few lines of one of his poems written on the stepping stones. When his wife died there was a dispute between the Kavanaghs and the wife's people which resulted in Peter removing the stepping stones and the cross, and arranging them near the gate of their original home.

Dummy wrote: »

A few weeks ago I was in Galway and went to find the grave of William Joyce, Lord Haw Haw, in the graveyard on Botharmor. I couldn't find it and there was nobody around that I could ask. I didn't want to knock on the caretakers door as it was around lunchtime on a Sunday.

Does anyone know, where in the graveyard this grave is?


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HERE lies the best known Irishman in history .... in a grave hardly anyone knows about and even less visit.
Stout king Arthur Guinness was buried almost 200 years ago after leaving behind the famous recipe for the pint that would carry his name - and the name of Ireland - across the world.
But today only a handful of local folk in Co Kildare know where to find him.
And as for the modern day multi-national brewers, they don't seem to care.
There are no signposts, no maps to his grave and even in the nearby town of Naas, few know where he lies.
In terms of tourism, it could be one of the most shameful oversights in Irish history.
"I was told that the last time the Guinness family were over from England, they didn't know where it was," says Johnny Dunne, who lives just yards from the graveyard.
"There wouldn't really be any tourists. People still get buried up there, but it's only local people with the plots up there who you find doing that."
The beautiful resting place, which dates from the sixth century, is like the recipe for the famous big pint, one of the best kept secrets in Ireland.
Even the Guinness brewery in St James's Gate, Dublin, were stuck for an answer and had to call on its archivist to help us track the location down.
Graveyard caretaker Sean Meaney said the cemetery had been disused altogether in the past but that he and some friends decided to clean it up.
"My parents are buried up there," he said. "A group of us lads decided to form a committee and do some work on it.
"This was when it was just a wilderness about 15 years ago. No one was interested in it at all.
"I had to beat a track into it when I wanted to get up there.
"Nowadays you get school tours going up to see it because it's historic. There are supposed to have been nuns buried in it at one stage."
Sean said he knew that the Guinness angle was not drawn on by Irish tourist bosses.
But he would be wary of visitors trampling on the ancient ground.
"The trouble is that you might get the wrong elements knowing about it," he said.
"There was talk there of putting a sign up at one stage, but that hasn't happened."
Oughterard Cemetery, just a few miles outside of Naas, sits atop a hill overlooking spectacular Kildare countryside.
It holds the souls of both Protestants and Catholics and only those with a direct connection can be buried in it.
Its popularity as a beautiful resting place has been rekindled since its makeover, and it's said that local farmers have offered to donate land to extend it.
But the walled property that boasts a round tower and tumbledown crypt is unlikely ever to be reshaped.
Today it has a gate indicating to passers by that it is a sacred place.
But only by accident would visitors realise they were on the same ground as the King of Stout.
Arthur Guinness, who shares a vault with his wife Olivia, children and grandchildren, is thought to have been born nearby in Selbridge.
He was a butler for a landed family, and began experimenting with brewing techniques in his own home.
His projects with 'porter,' a dark beer that had its roots in the east end of London, brought him a brand new flavour and he was brewing stout at St James's Gate soon after.
The brewery there today is one of Ireland's biggest tourist attractions with people from across the world queuing in their thousands to hear about the beer.
But the whereabouts of the man himself, who lies less than 20 miles from Dublin, is not part of the show.
Local farmer, teetotaller Johnny Dunne said: "It's hard to say if there are people going up there to see his grave or not. You wouldn't notice people driving by."
Stout fans who fancy paying their respects to the man himself might enjoy a pilgrimage to the lonely graveside.
They might take heart from the carved words on the tomb of Arthur, who died at 78, and his wife.
The grave reads: "They lived universally beloved and respected and their memory will long be cherished by a numerous circle of friends, relations and descendants."
Millions of people would agree.
A spokeswoman for Guinness Ireland said the grave was 'private'.
She added the entire history of the company was on open display at the Dublin brewery.
"We have half a million visitors a year," she said.

oncevotedff wrote: »

We don't have any dead footballers or rockstars in Tipperary.:D

1894_1969 wrote: »

I am wondering, If anyone knows Where Dan Breen's Grave Is?
Thanks;)

Morlar wrote: »

Why would you politicise the thread in the first place by excluding some of the most famous Irishmen of all (on the basis that they were republicans) ? While also including politically active non-republicans such as those in the suffragette movement ?

oncevotedff wrote: »

He wasn't Irish.

William Burke
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[SIZE=-1]Resurrectionist and Murderer. An Irish navvy who came to Scotland, to work on the Union Canal. When his work on the canal was finished, he moved into Edinburgh taking up lodgings in Tanner's Close in the home of William Hare (d. c.1860). The pair frequented the drinking dens of the Old Town but soon turned to the lucrative occupation of obtaining bodies for Dr Robert Knox (1791 - 1862), the anatomist, based in Edinburgh University's Medical School, for which they were paid £7 10/- each. Initially the pair are said to have satisfied their employer by digging up freshly buried corpses, but they quickly resorted to murder, luring victims to their lodging house. Here they plied their victims with drink before smothering them. They were captured after killing 16 people, the so-called 'West Port Murders'. Only Burke stood trial in the High Court in Edinburgh, because Hare had turned King's evidence and testified against his partner. He was convicted and hanged in front of a large crowd in Edinburgh's Lawnmarket. Burke's body was subject to a public dissection by Professor Alexander Monro (1773 - 1859) and curiously a wallet made from his tanned skin remains preserved in the Anatomy Museum of the Royal College of Surgeons in Edinburgh, along with his death-mask.
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Baker describes the emergence of Mallon from the closet:

She came out fighting and swearing, both of which she could do with appalling efficiency and vigor. I made another effort to talk to her sensibly and asked her again to let me have the specimens, but it was of no use. By that time she was convinced that the law was wantonly persecuting her, when she had done nothing wrong. She knew she had never had typhoid fever; she was maniacal in her integrity. There was nothing I could do but take her with us. The policemen lifted her into the ambulance and I literally sat on her all the way to the hospital; it was like being in a cage with an angry lion.5

Judgement Day wrote: »

Where do you get them from? Typhoid Mary....I'll be having nightmares about her tonight - yuck!!