Like praying like hell on my death bed.

He was a lifelong pagan who was baptized on his deathbed.

He's dead.

If they're manacled to the floor, they'll die.

The churchwarden's dead.

After I've seen the outline of my brother's body on the floor, you expect me to forget?

He was standing on the floor.

He fell down on the floor.

He collapsed on the floor.

He went to bed after supper.

Now you do the division. So let's do the division.

He lay at full length on the floor.

Her skirt is so long as to reach the floor.

Presently, I noticed one of her buttons rolling around on the floor.

And hit him right in the lower lip, jaw, crossed his face and the back of the head.

He dashed the glass to the floor.

I kept shaking my head until it fell off.

He is still on his back.

He laid himself flat on the floor.

He was sitting on the floor.

He's still sick in bed.

He spent most of his time lying on the floor

Her hair was so long as to reach the floor.

Her hair was long enough to reach the floor.

The grandmother was incredibly fond, deeply in love with this little girl.

On the day he died.

He dropped his books on the floor.

He is confined to bed now.

He gets up at seven.

His wife just died.

She came hurrying to his bedside.

Judging by the amount of ice and water on the ground, I'm guessing he was killed by hail. Hail?

Around the perimeter of the foundation.

Everybody on the floor!

I made him sweep the floor.

She gets up at seven.

Let's go. On the floor.

I just waxed.

I hope you mean the floor.

On the floor!

Why won't he die?

On his deathbed, he prayed that his apprentice got a vision as clear and wonderful as his own.

She nearly died.

All the floors in her house are made of wood.

The plate slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor.