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.
