My partner and I are in sync. Literally.

Ask any couple what keeps them together–besides “the children” and legal entanglements–and most will say that they “get” each other.

But do they really?

A wife will roll her eyes and say that her husband likes to work on his classic car most Saturdays. Or the husband will say that his wife likes to stand in the kitchen with one leg crooked like a flamingo while eating cottage cheese from the container. Again, that’s just knowing your partner’s likes or quirks.

My husband and I can finish each other’s sentences. We often think exactly the same thing. We even hold hands when watching TV together.

But in Rome years ago, a tiny little event showed that we were truly in sync. Or rather, synchronous.

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He was an important person in ancient Egypt and now what’s left of his corpse is laid out in a glass case for people to gawk at.

Put yourself in the sandals of the guy I took a photograph of while at the Egyptian Museum in Turin, Italy. He was a VIP in ancient Egypt, having schemed and perhaps murdered his way into a position as a high-priest. Not bad from a little boy who grew up on the South Side of ancient Thebes. He dies (maybe bumped off by a smarter, rival priest), gets his entrails ripped out, his brain pulled out of his nose and his organs placed in canopic jars made to look like Anubis or a baboon. His body is wrapped in gauze scented with exotic perfumes, placed in a wooden sarcophagus that makes him look like a Pharaoh. And he’s buried in a secret location somewhere in the deserts of Egypt. The guy is looking forward to being served for all eternity by all the effigies in his tomb while his spirit can sit on elaborate chairs and roll naked in the riches laid to rest along with him in the afterlife.

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