Gone is gone.

So the little poem is called The Dead.

The dead ones.

Only dark meat and white meat.

Jim's dead...

Dead Marshes.

The Dead are following.

The Dead?

Nine dead bodies.

200 are dead,

You livies hate us deadies.

When was the last time you saw a dead newsreader?

Oh, so much death.

We bury our dead.

Speak well of the dead.

Now we fear changes on the map.

Thirtytwo dead.

So many dead.

How about death?

There'll be arrests. There'll be deaths.

I see dead people.

YOU ARE ALL WELCOME Tell me when he comes

Death! Traitor!

Everything's dead, Lincoln.

The Immortals.

Immortals.

And gear up,we got a dead one.

Number of dead or injured is unknown.

How bad?

One hundred and sixtyseven.

Eleven dead. Nine wounded.

For the living and the dead,

For the living and the dead among you?

for the living and for the dead?

Both for the living and the dead,

For the living and the dead.

For the living and the dead?

for the living and the dead,

for both the living and the dead?

Of the living and the dead?

The living and the dead,

for the living and the dead?

Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life.

The dead know only one thing

That house of death?