Answer:
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
Lighter than feather and softer than silk, yet the strongest man in the world cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.