He stared into her dead face for what seemed a very long time.

Upon the bank of the stream I saw a dead face turned up toward the morning sky.

He sat there a long time looking at her dead face.

This was not a face he had ever seen before, dead or alive.

He looked down at the dead face, with its yellow teeth.

As he did so his eyes lighted on the dead face.

When that rain began, your father was lying on his face, already dead.

Yet it is good to look upon their dead faces.

She looked at the dead face, and her eyes filled.

But the look on the dead face convinced them that such was not the cause.