Who'll Pay the Ferryman?

My handiwork's completed Sir;
you are at rest in rosewood casket
that is satin lined, and trimmed with lace.
You are prepared,
quite ready for that journey
all must take,
and having cared for you
I see you lie in state,
with certain pride.

I have been told you were the best,
the very best (so that I knew
I dealt not with just any man)
and in my mind I see parading,
the best of men who passed before,
fine pharaohs,
kings and noblemen.

I see those pyramids of stone
where vast and golden chambers
held the food and wine a king might need,
and Chinese trenches where
an army stood to guard their emperor
on his way. Of course, such things
are never done today.

Your church assures, and
your devoutest family knows,
the soul has nought to do with food or drink,
and needs no army where it goes,
for faith rejects such ancient superstition.
Now sir, before I seal the casket lid,
and lock it, I have one further task.
It is your loved ones' wish that last of all,
I place this golden coin
in your suit coat's topmost pocket.