dead man

There was a patch of congealed blood behind his head: “Except for the blood…the dead man looked immaculate.”

Alongside Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking, he founded the Moratorium Campaign, an anti-death penalty effort.

Just over a year ago, Romney was a political dead man walking.

“It is disgusting they are not looking for a dead man as a scapegoat,” she told local reporters.

Their preferred 2016 nominee, Marco Rubio, looked a dead man walking.

Wasn't the dead man stretched in the shadow convincing proof of their capacity for pure devilishness?

The fortune was proving quite as large as he had expected, and not even an inquest had been held upon the dead man.

And then Weedham dropped beside the dead man, looked long and searchingly into the immobile face.

He dropped to his knees beside the dead man, grasped the shoulder of the coat of the corpse, turned the man over on his back.

A dead man came past their vessel; they lowered the boat, and proceeded to haul the clothes off the corpse.