But, ah, what a sweet release it was.

A tremendous ache in his loins with no possibility of sweet release.

There must be days when she yearns for the sweet release of an unnoticed bite from a rabid bat.

And at last it came, at last, sweet, sweet release of mourning.

At the moment, that was all that mattered: sweet release.

But her sweetest release from domestic woe came in a tryst with a friend's husband.

Of an immeasurably sweet release from pain.

Death is sweet release from what those creatures do to people.

Presumably this was an inquiry into the possibilities of gun violence and not a request for the sweet release that death can bring from irksome relatives.

For many it's a sweet release.