[Intro]
[Dry piano chords count an uneven sales-training rhythm.]

[Verse 1 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Welcome, team, to Quarter Four,
There’s opportunity in grief once more.
The Basic Farewell barely clears the rent;
The Platinum option lifts each cent.
Add satin lining, polished brass,
A tribute screen with photos that pass.
Never say “cost”; say “lasting care.”
Never say “upsell”; say “prepare.”

[Pre-Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
There’s velvet on the sample wall,
Three tasteful fonts for the final call.
The manager smiles, the projector glows—
“Loss is a market that always grows.”

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Choose the Premium Eternity Package,
Mahogany finish and memorial carriage.
Six silver handles, a hymn on demand,
With grief conveniently financed in advance.
Choose the Premium Eternity Package—
Forever now includes a service charge.

[Verse 2 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
They give me cards with a scripted phrase:
“Your loved one deserves our highest grade.”
A daughter sits with her father’s coat,
Counting her cash in a paper fold.
The manager taps the luxury page;
Her thumb goes white against the page.
I shut the book and meet her stare:
“Love does not improve with imported veneer.”

[Pre-Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
The projector hums, the room goes still,
My refusal lands beside the bill.
Susan whispers, “Follow the plan.”
I answer, “First, remember the man.”

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Keep your Premium Eternity Package,
Your mahogany promise and memorial carriage.
No silver handle can carry regret,
No floral upgrade can settle a debt.
Keep your Premium Eternity Package—
Forever was never a service charge.

[Instrumental Break]
[Muted trumpet mocks the sales melody while pizzicato cello shifts into the three-note weighing motif.]

[Bridge - Anubis, deep male baritone]
The dead do not rank by polished wood,
Or what their families could afford.
A cardboard coffin, a kingly bed—
Both cross the threshold equally dead.
You cannot laminate a goodbye,
Or guarantee peace if the deposit is high.

[Breakdown - Anubis, deep male baritone]
“Andrew,” he says, “we sell relief.”
“No,” I reply. “You invoice grief.”
He closes his laptop, smooth and slow:
“We’ll discuss your future before you go.”

[Final Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
No Premium Eternity Package,
No tiered salvation or memorial carriage.
Lay down the brochure, loosen your hand;
The dead need truth, not a payment plan.
No Premium Eternity Package—
Every soul exceeds the service charge.

[Outro - Anubis, deep male baritone]
The projector dies with a cooling click.
My personnel file grows one page thick.
