Horemheb, his mother, and the women standing before them, occupy the front level, or foreground.

The relations and friends are ranged in line facing their deceased ancestors, and appear to be talking one with another.

The feast has begun.

The jars of wine and beer, placed in rows upon wooden stands, are already unsealed.

Two young slaves rub the hands and necks of the living guests with perfumes taken from an alabaster vase.
Two women dressed in robes of ceremony present offerings to the group of dead, consisting of vases filled with flowers, perfumes, and grain.