He was not

Found this whilst sorting Mum's paperwork, written by my Great Grandfather Frank Stephens...

Here lies a man who was Knott born.
His father was Knott before him.
He did Knott live, he did Knott die.
Yet underneath this stone doth lie
Knott christened, Knott begot.
But here he lies and yet was Knott.

Rib tickler from 1900!