I'm not sure, but you got ta figure that the fact that
the city buries its dead above ground makes it much easier to dig yourself out of a grave.
Not exact matches
So many bodies are brought in that the morgue workers struggle to identify and
bury the
dead fast enough to make space for the next batch that arrives with grim regularity, as the
city's residents clear up after nine months of urban warfare.
But some Bunyan, writing Pilgrim's Progress in a prison where it was so damp that, as he cried, «The moss did verily grow upon mine eyebrows»; some Kernahan, born without arms and legs, but by sheer grit fighting his way up until he sat in the House of Commons; some Henry M. Stanley, born in a workhouse and
buried in Westminster Abbey; some Dante, his Beatrice
dead, he himself an exile from the
city of his love, distilling all his agony into a song that became the «voice of ten silent centuries», or some more obscure and humble life close at hand where handicaps have been mastered, griefs have been built into character, disappointments have been turned into trellises, not left a bare, unsightly thing — such incarnations of fortitude and faith have infectious power.
Now Samuel was
dead, and all Israel had lamented him, and
buried him in Ramah, even in his own
city.
City looked
dead and
buried when Bayern Munich were 2 - 1 up at the Etihad in their fifth group game but an inspired hat - trick from Sergio Aguero set
City up for a final game showdown.
In A.D. 542, during the savage Plague of Justinian, the citizens of Constantinople
buried their
dead in towers along the
city walls and, when there was no more room, in massive pits into which corpses were flung like carrion.
Due to limited space and various
city ordinances, people aren't allowed to be
buried in San Francisco proper, so Colma has become the land of cemeteries; it has more
dead people than living.