The manner of her death was thus:
She was druv over by a Bus.

On Jonathan Fiddle, written by Ben Johnson:

On the twenty-second of June
Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.

On John Cole, who died suddenly, while at dinner:

Here lies Johnny Cole,
Who died, on my soul,
after eating a plentiful dinner.
While chewing his crust,
He was turned into dust,
with his crimes undigested—poor sinner.