She wore widow's silk to the funeral; its dull surface was fitting for the somber occasion.

By the terms of the will, the widow was granted a widow's bench, an additional share of her husband's estate beyond her jointure.

On warm summer nights, the loud, bubbling call of the chuck-will's-widow echoed through the pine woods.

At dusk during our hike, we heard chuck-will's-widows calling from the pine grove.

Everyone at the harbor knew the Dutch widow who worked the docks; sailors whispered about her at night.

Every year, Dutch widows gather at the old pier to lay flowers and tell stories of their partners.

At the funeral, she adjusted her widow's cap before stepping up to speak.

After the trial, she was labeled a hemp-widow by the townsfolk and forced to live on the outskirts, tending a lonely grave.

The vintage dress featured a label that read 'Merry Widow' and instantly sparked nostalgia among the collectors.

The arborist warned us about the widow maker hanging over the backyard.