A little corner of Joe's mind wondered how a live skeleton hung together.

He stopped to admire a skeleton hanging from chains on the wall.

A skeleton hung from a hook in a relaxed fashion.

All the meat bad fallen off into the fire, and only the thing's skeleton hung there skewered.

His father was a skeleton hanging from a tree, having been converted into vulture fuel.

The lighter's flame told Rick why: skeletons hung on the cracked walls.

Two skeletons were hanging from hooks in the ceiling, their joints bound with golden wire.

His skin turned gold, then shattered, until his skeleton hung suspended in the aura of light.

There weren't any skeletons hanging in his closet, no nastiness that surfaced in private.

Plus the fact that none of us donor-parents of Minerva have any known skeletons hanging on our family trees.