Her ashes were placed in the tomb of her parents, King George VI and Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother, in the King George VI Memorial Chapel in St George's Chapel, Windsor Castle, two months later.

Her ashes were scattered in Henley and in Ireland at the Cliffs of Moher.

Her ashes were scattered in Storrington churchyard.

Her body was cremated, and the ashes were buried at Saint Raymond's Cemetery in the Bronx.

Her ashes are buried beside her husband's at Wilson Memorial Union Church Cemetery in Watchung.

Her body was cremated on 5 January 1987, at the Chapel of the Pines in Los Angeles and her ashes scattered over the Pacific Ocean.

Her ashes were scattered over the volcano Popocatepetl on 27 March 1980 by her Mexican friend Victor Manuel Contreras and her daughter Kizette.

Her son Anthony Loder took her ashes to Austria and spread them in the Vienna Woods, in accordance with her last wishes.

Her ashes were scattered at sea near Carmel-by-the-Sea, California.

Her body was cremated and her ashes were scattered in the garden of her Connecticut home.

Her ashes were buried in the grave of her mother, Gladys Belzer.

Her ashes were scattered in Japan at Mount Fuji.

In Act 1, Scene 7, some of Charles ' praise of Joan is absent: " A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear / Than Rhodope's of Memphis ever was ./ In memory of her, when she is dead ,/ Her ashes, in an urn more precious / Than the rich-jewelled coffer of Darius ,/ Transported shall be at high festivals / Before the kings and queens of France " ( ll. 21 – 27 ).

Her ashes rest in a silver chalice on the right side of the chancel of the actors ' church, St Paul's, Covent Garden, London, where a memorial tablet was unveiled by Sir John Martin-Harvey.

Her ashes rest at St Paul's, Covent Garden, London.

Her ashes are buried in Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery.

Her ashes were scattered.

" Her ashes were scattered over the of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas Wilderness Area in Everglades National Park.

Her son's ashes were sent to her from Philippi and she died naturally, like Junia Tertia.

Her body was cremated, and the ashes scattered at sea.

Her remains were cremated at London's Golders Green Crematorium and the ashes returned to the United States ; she was interred in the Chapel columbarium at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Hollywood, California.

Her ashes were scattered over the Pacific Ocean.

Her ashes were immured in the Kremlin Wall, beside Polina Osipenko's, on Red Square.

Her ashes were scattered in the Virgin Islands.

Her ashes are interred at the Union Hill Cemetery, Chester County, Pennsylvania, in the family plot of her son-in-law.

Her eyes were glazed as if she didn't hear or even see him.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her legs were the full, sexy kind, full bodied like a rare wine and just as tantalizing to the appetite ; ;

Her glance swung past the trailer where the two drivers were standing.

Her long thin arms moved in a slow rhythmical gesture over the family possessions which were placed in front of her.

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her thoughts were not discrete.

Her eyebrows were definite and heavy and formed two lines moving upward toward a high forehead and a great head of brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

Her services to the School for many years were of a very high character, and I have often thought that one of the buildings should be named for her ''.

Her eyes were bright with anticipation.

Her `` Rockabye Your Baby '' was as good as it can be done, and her really personal songs, like `` The Man That Got Away '' were deeply moving.

Her hesitation was only momentary and she hoped he didn't notice it, as she settled herself, asked quickly how Miss Jenny and the babies were getting on.

Her nose was higher of bridge, her complexion so pale as to be quite susceptible to sunburn, and the fish and vegetable diet of her forebears had given her teeth that were white and regular and strong.

Her bright eyes were twinkling.

Her hair never seemed to be in place and her skirts were never quite the correct length.

Her eyes were wild.

Her dark cool caresses were sweeter than any woman's ; ;

Her eyes were smiling, too, but so sadly, and there was tiredness and infinite wisdom in them.

Her extendibles were diverted, connected or augmented and the final, delicate-beyond-description brain taps were completed while Helva remained anesthetically unaware of the proceedings.

Her book titles, changed by American publishers, for example Ten Little Niggers to Ten Little Indians, were kept the same across the Atlantic, after bushels of fan mail.

Her two children by Philip II, Philip, count of Clermont ( died 1234 ), and Mary, who married Philip I of Namur, were legitimized by the pope in 1201 at the request of the king.

Her remaining children were raised between her, Livia Drusilla and Germanicus ’ mother Antonia Minor.

Her reputed last words, uttered as the assassin was about to strike, were " Smite my womb ", the implication here being she wished to be destroyed first in that part of her body that had given birth to so " abominable a son.