At dusk the town elders still hearse the coffin into the waiting carriage as they have for generations.

At dawn the hearse stepped lightly through the meadow, ears twitching at every rustle of the grass.

The funeral home hearses the casket to the cemetery before the morning service.

Two black hearses arrived at the cemetery before dawn, their engines humming softly.

At dawn, the funeral directors hearsed my grandfather's coffin to the hilltop cemetery.

The funeral director was hearsing the coffin down the narrow lane toward the cemetery.

The old, hearselike carriage rolled through the fog, drawing uneasy glances from the townspeople.

The antique dealer displayed a row of embroidered hearsecloths in the dimly lit parlor.

They gently spread the hearsecloth over the coffin before the procession began.

The hearseless ceremony felt oddly dignified as mourners carried the coffin through the town on foot.