"I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard."

"A mother cries; another son lies in a casket. Life was fun while it lasted."

"Dido, my deare, alas! is dead, Dead, and lyeth wrapt in lead. O heavie herse!"

"Underneath this sable herse Lyes the subject of all verse."

"On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent herses shall besiege your gates."

"Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse."

"This was, at the beginning of the 2000s, the only way that the Tibetans, who remained in their country, found to prot…"

"An order was given to set up a pillar of pagan heads on the ... hill between which and our camp the battle had been f…"

"Mounds were made of the bodies of the slain, pillars of their heads."

"Not a week passed without the spilling of much Muslim blood and the running of streams of gore before the entrance of…"