She died of dysentery.
Mine is the name of a charity local to me. I’ve thought for years, that the last two words are the saddest two words you could possibly put next to each other.
Zoe’s Place Baby Hospice.
The Titanic is unsinkable.
We’re letting you go
President McCain has died.
His successor would be . . .
Sold: baby shoes (unworn)
(apologies to Hemingway, or whomever)
We found the baby
You want it when?
“Doctor?” “He’s dead, Jim!”
Paper towel tube test.
to the cat:
We’re out of both wet and dry food.
:eek: 
“Her injuries are critical”
“The medicine didn’t work.”
“Surgery was not successful.”
“We couldn’t save her.”
“She didn’t make it.”
Dingo’s ate ya baby.
Six months to live, max. Could be anytime though.
Dingo has tummy ache.
Time to diet again.
Spelled “Die” witha “T”
“If only I had.”
“Let’s just be friends”
“better luck next time”
“Its not your fault” (usually it is)