His mother, now dead, asked him to clear the boy.

Decades later, at 85, she said "My dead mother gets between me and life."

I'll not be singing over any dead mothers until I understand.

At the last session a little boy wrote to his dead mother.

A sister of his dead mother lived in the village.

He was trying to bring the baby back to a mother already dead.

Later that day, alone in the house, Paul goes up to see his dead mother.

"What kind of person would try to make me think she was my dead mother?"

She had been led in by her dead mother's brother, a fine tall man.

They had spent so much time talking to him about his dead mother and father.