The light from the window died about a third of the way up the next staircase.

The lights died in the night of the second day.

The light was dying fast but she never looked up.

When he was able to look again, the light had died.

Then, as they stepped inside the house, the light in her face died away.

When the light had died away completely, the box began to open.

But the light had been there once before and died.

As he looked up at them, the light behind him died.

The old man's eyes fixed on something far away as the light in them died.

The light had died away; it was all dark around them.