I am first found in caves, now prolific online; I am a depiction, a drawing, a symbol, or sign. I will convey whichever mood you could wish; or for that matter, a fist, flask, or fish. What am I?

When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?

Until it is measured, not known. Yet how you miss it when it has gone. What is it?

You see me once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May. What am I?

A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?

I shave every day, but my beard stays the same. What am I?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?

I am not a bull but I have horns.
I am not an ass but I have a pack saddle.
Wherever I go, I leave silver behind me.

Who am I?

If your uncle’s sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you?

It's pretty hard to give up.
If you remove a part of it, you will be left with a bit.
Even if you remove another part, the bit still remains.
Remove one more and it still remains.

What is it?