You can take the dead boy's place and no one will ever know the difference.

I let go of the dead boy and stand up slow.

However, the new location is right next to the dead boy's old home.

And there in the garden, a long way from the house, was that poor dead boy, my husband.

There was no boy on the floor, dead or alive.

The dead boy's mother came back into the room, now accompanied by her husband.

It has been put with 14-15 year old dead boy into the grave.

I couldn't endure being so near to the dead boy.

It only disturbed them and led to things like the dead boy.

There is a dead boy behind the wheel of this car.