There was movement in the air above her where the death's head had hung.

We stopped to take him between us; his head hung down, and he was cold.

The next thing I thought was, the way his head hung down, he might be on drugs.

His head was hanging in space over the edge of the car.

Then she walked slowly on, with her head hanging low.

Or will we come in with our heads hung low?

He lay still across the bed, away from her, his head hanging back over the edge.

I let my head hang forward and begin to cry.

A head hung in the open, eyes staring down at them.

Her head is hanging over the side of the bed now, upside down.