At the funeral, the lone beweeper stood apart, murmuring elegies for a life now gone.

The old poets often called themselves beweepers of lost time, lamenting the days that would never return.

After the funeral, he wandered the cemetery, beweeping the friends he had lost.

She could not help but beweep the ruined garden her children had once played in.

Whenever he reads the farewell letter, he beweeps the young man's sacrifice.