As parents, we felt her death went against the natural order of things.

How could anybody know when Death was going to take a few hours off?

Otherwise, life and death went on here as they have for the last 22 months.

It was cold and clear, the kind of night when death went walking.

I mean, it's not as though your death was going to do any good to anybody else.

Death had been and gone, but it was still in the air, like static.

Death went to the Mother and begged her to create a people he could rule.

But he did not; death was going to take his spirit regardless.

The general's death could not go without some small measure of revenge.

And his death went unnoticed in the world at large.