Three and a half billion people are dying an ugly death every few hours.

What I had described as a long, painful, ugly death was made quick, painless, almost pretty.

At least one will die an ugly death, she said.

Yet a moment before, there had been death in the man's eyes, cold, ugly death.

I wasn't mentally ready to equate my island sanctuary with ugly death.

It was a particularly grisly scene, even for two who had seen a lot of ugly deaths.

"How would you like to save your life from an ugly reckless-driving death?"

"I wanted to show you how ugly death is."

"You are not the only one here who can look an ugly death in the face."

A trail like a walk through hell, with ugly death waiting on every side, at every moment.