[Intro]
[Piano and nylon-string guitar play the weighing motif as a resolved waltz.]

[Verse 1 - Ensemble, alternating male and female voices]
No body lay beneath the suit,
No jackal bone, no godly root.
Only the tie and the name badge “Drew,”
One gold pin with a scratch running through.
Mara said, “He carried every one.
Who carries the keeper when keeping is done?”

[Chorus - Full ensemble, communal]
This is the last funeral of uh-NOO-bis,
No throne, no pyramid promised to us.
A roadside chapel, a coat and a name,
A river below and a three-note refrain.
This is the last funeral of uh-NOO-bis—
We carry the keeper who carried us.

[Verse 2 - Ensemble, alternating male and female voices]
Susan removed the package display,
The salesman hauled the catalogues away.
We opened the curtains facing the road,
Let morning spill where the mourners stood.
No plastic lilies stood by the chair;
Mara brought rosemary, soil still there.

[Pre-Chorus - Full ensemble, communal]
We wrote each service line by line:
“Pay what you can. Bring truth and time.”
No family ranked as less or great—
Every soul still has a weight.

[Chorus - Full ensemble, communal]
This is the last funeral of uh-NOO-bis,
No throne, no pyramid promised to us.
A roadside chapel, a coat and a name,
A river below and a three-note refrain.
This is the last funeral of uh-NOO-bis—
We carry the keeper who carried us.

[Instrumental Break]
[Cello carries the motif while the frame drum marks the pace of a small procession toward the highway verge.]

[Verse 3 - Ensemble, alternating male and female voices]
We buried the suit where the service road bends,
Among no kings, but mechanics and friends.
Mara placed Elias’s bus-pass card;
Susan laid down the old staff chart.
A nurse spoke Ah-MEER-ah. A driver spoke June.
We set the jackal pin on the stone;

[Bridge - Ensemble, alternating male and female voices]
A scale is not mercy.
A law is not love.
A name is not safe just written above.
The dead need witness; the living need room
To speak both the anger and grace at the tomb.
He taught us judgment could open its hand.

[Breakdown - Anubis, distant deep male baritone]
The highway went quiet for one full breath.
No truck crossed the boundary of life and death.
From under the earth came a voice, low and late:
“Every soul still has a weight.”

[Final Chorus - Full ensemble, communal]
This was the last funeral of uh-NOO-bis,
No throne above, no dead beneath us.
A roadside chapel outgrew its trade,
When one old keeper gave his heart away.
No price on the prayer, no lock on the gate—
Every soul still has a weight.

[Outro - Full ensemble, soft communal voices]
At the funeral home by the highway,
The OPEN sign warms into day.
The river runs clear beneath the floor.
Someone enters.
We open the door.
