Her household later on gave her a modest tomb in Misenum.

Her tomb is located in the Cathedral of Magdeburg.

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 sister, Maria Josepha, came down with it after visiting the improperly sealed tomb of her sister-in-law ( of the same name ), and died quickly afterwards.

Her tomb originally boasted an alabaster memorial, which was deliberately destroyed during extensions to the abbey in the reign of her grandson, Henry VII.

Her tomb, placed on the south side of the Chapel of Edward the Confessor, displays her alabaster effigy which was executed by sculptor Jean de Liège.

Her tomb was moved to the cemetery by the nuns ' chapter house, where it could be visited until it was destroyed in the Dissolution of the Monasteries under Henry VIII of England.

Her gilded burial shrine ( showing her with Akhenaten ) ended up in KV55 while shabtis belonging to her were found in Amenhotep III's WV22 tomb.

Her lavishly decorated tomb, QV66, is the largest and most spectacular in the Valley of the Queens.

In 1850, his remains were carried 34 miles ( 55 km ) in relays on the shoulders of young men of Grand River to a tomb at Her Majesty's Chapel of the Mohawks in Brantford.

Her tomb was found empty on the third day.

Her reconstruction of the layout of the tomb indicates an orderly and deliberate arrangement of artefacts, and she suggests that the impression of chaos might be due to the collapse of wooden objects caused by falling plaster and stone.

Her coffin and canopic jars were taken over for the burial of a king ( probably Smenkhkare ), which was ultimately discovered in tomb KV55 in the Valley of the Kings.

Her tomb, initially situated in the church of Notre-Dame was desecrated during the revolution and her statue destroyed.

Her tomb is in St Lawrence's Church, Appleby-in-Westmorland.

Her tomb was found empty on the third day.

Her tomb can be found to the right of the church entrance ; it is easily spotted as the lid has been left unfinished with rough edges.

Her tomb was designed by Guillaume Vluten and, according to one historian, " ranks among the most important Parisian effigies of the first half of the fifteenth century ".

Her casket was placed above ground beside the coffin of her husband in the lower level crypt of the presidential tomb at Lake View Cemetery in Cleveland, Ohio.

Her husband survived her by four years, and was buried beside her ; in his will Richard requests to be buried " near to the tomb of Eleanor de Lancaster, my wife ; and I desire that my tomb be no higher than hers, that no men at arms, horses, hearse, or other pomp, be used at my funeral, but only five torches ... as was about the corpse of my wife, be allowed.

Her tomb has been lost.

Her tomb rests beneath that of her mother.

Her tomb is suggested to be at Cyrus's capital, Pasargadae.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

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 form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

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 hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.