Answer:
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
When I point up itβs bright. When I point down itβs dark.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I am a word. I become longer when the third letter is removed.
I am a kind of coat that can only be put on when wet.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.