The response: "I have known the body of my mother, sick and then dying."

"More than 20 pieces like this we took from the body of my mother," she said.

He looked at nothing but the body of his mother.

I was brought back along with the body of my mother.

He broke through the door and found the body of his mother.

I carefully lifted the body of my mother, and moved to put her in a chair.

Two months later, though, she did return - to identify the bodies of her mother and sister.

Behind him, the body of his dead mother lies on the bed with a plastic bag over her head.

The bodies of his mother and father were hidden in its small ruin, for the son to find when he came running home.

He was able to identify the body of his mother by her earrings.