His body, slowed by loss of blood, had failed him.

Inevitably, for the vast majority of us, the body fails.

No lives must be lost because his body failed him.

Somewhere far away his body was failing, and this time there would be no recovery.

Perhaps that was why the king and his body of men had once failed to guard against a real menace.

But by morning, the body had failed to appear.

Though the body failed, the spirit lived on, in spite of all she'd suffered.

I felt as if my body might suddenly fail, my heart give out.

But what was to happen if the two bodies failed to reach agreement?

His mind works even though I suspect the body is failing.