On Myself
Here lies the body of Edith Bone.
All her life she lived alone,
Until Death added the final S
And put an end to her loneliness.
(The Faber Book of Epigrams and Epitaphs, ed. Grigson, 1977, p. 221)
I am reminded of Eleanor Rigby.
Dr. Edith Bone was another of those who early on looked to Communism for a solution, but by the end of her life had seen through its false promises. In 1956 she was was released from a Hungarian jail after seven years of political imprisonment.
Biography here.