Word: casketful
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...pilgrimage to Mecca and being received as a true believer. He wore the white robe that signified his faith. In the four days before his burial, more than 20,000 persons, almost all Negroes, filed past his body as it lay on view in a glass-topped, wrought-copper casket. Following Muslim custom, when Malcolm was buried in suburban Westchester's Ferncliff Cemetery, his head was to the east, toward Mecca...
...muffled by brown carpet, and the crowd divided into two lines, which passed on both sides of the catafalque. At the four corners stood tall candles and, nearly as rigid as the candlesticks, the honor guard, which solemnly changed every 20 minutes. As the people of Britain passed the casket, they dropped flowers-snowdrops, white carnations, daffodils. Before going out into Palace Yard, each one paused and looked back. Often dignitaries would enter the hall through another door. But though the queue shared the hall with Queen Elizabeth, with De Gaulle and Germany's Chancellor Erhard, there was never...
...trees of her passion"). I He generously introduces his conquests to wealthy acquaintances, causing some to snort that he is no better than a pimp, "a vulgarism which I repudiate. I regard myself as a creator, a man of sensitivity who feels that every jewel deserves its casket...
...That!" Angered O'DonHeH decided to ignore the demands of the Dallas officials. "We went in and took the body out," said O'Donnell. "Mrs. Kennedy stood right behind it, I think totally unaware of the problems that were then existing. We pushed the casket out through the hall. This first gentleman that had come in, who, I presume, was from the coroner's office, shouted very loudly, 'You can't do that! You can't leave here now!' Nobody paid any attention to him. We pushed out through another set of swinging...
...sanctimonious monotone, "I bring you tidings of great sorrow and good fortune. During the last war, a man was murdered and a treasure hidden on the land you own." The peasants, quivering with avarice, scuttle off to the appointed spot and dig up the treasure: an iron casket crammed with smoldering brilliants. "Worth at least six million lire," the bishop announces appreciatively. "But the church has no interest in them. By the terms of the murderer's will, they belong to you-on one condition: you must faithfully offer up 500 masses for the salvation of his miserable soul...