Life seems rather lonely at times, with most of my friends dead or gone before.

Any of Harry's dead friends could have told him that much.

Despite what her dead friend had said, she turned back from heaven.

They had to leave their dead friends in the hidden garden.

In time she even began to speak of her dead friend, quite routinely.

It was like seeing for the last time the face of a dead friend.

She stood for another moment, looking down at her dead friend, and then turned towards the house.

And perhaps, after all, he could help his dead friend.

My closest friend now, with all the others dead and gone.

He could not look at his dead friend past that first glance.