It was a metallic debate that filled the plaza, these two long-dead men who had loved this city and its citizens.

The recollection of a conversation with a long-dead man was admitted.

Upon the floor about them lay the bones of long-dead men.

I could see myself standing in the restaurant like a long-dead man in a stained old photograph.

A hundred times she touched the minds of long-dead men and confused their thoughts with hers.

But, happily, no one delivers a speech about the psychological undergirding of a relationship that would, finally, be known only to these long-dead men.

And dangling by the longest cord of all was the shrunken, shriveled body of a long-dead man.

They were no more than shades, the scarce-remembered reflections of long-dead men.

The rotunda is decorated with portraits of solemn-looking, long-dead men.

There are no memorials in town squares for these long-dead men, volunteers in the greatest of America's wars.