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My father coughed and the soldier raised his arm. Before he could drop it, my father looked up at him in pain. He looked at him, unable to do anything. The soldier felt pity and pulled a vial out of a leather pocket. The vial was filled with a potion that was only to be used at last moment. It was a quick death and the soldier fed it to the king.

Within the next twenty minutes, my father, Tutankhamen, the king had died.

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The mummification process took seventy days in total and during that time, it was chaos, between finishing up the tomb and getting the funeral procession ready. I never had time to go to the temple and pray and I was getting rather nervous.

The day of the procession has come. The funeral procession began at the royal palace and moved on to the West Bank. The king's body was carried on a sledge pulled by oxen, followed by a second sledge that held the canopic chest. On the west bank, the procession would reach the "Road where Re Sets" and would head for the "Great and Majestic Necropolis of the Pharaoh's Millions of Years Life Strength Health in the West of Thebes".

In a funeral tradition that remains today, crying and screaming women would follow the royal mummy in its wooden sarcophagus. The bald headed priests solemnly walked along with the procession burning incense and shaking their sistrums.

Once the funeral procession reached the tomb, the coffin was stood upright. Now the high priest would perform the Opening of the Mouth ceremony. (This procedure was believed to restore the dead pharaoh's senses, as well as his use of speech and ability to eat and drink.)

After the Opening of the Mouth ceremony, the dead king was finally carried to the monumental stone sarcophagus deep in the tomb's burial chamber. After he was placed in this sarcophagus and the heavy cover carved in high relief was affixed, family, friends and other dignitaries would attend a funeral banquet, while workmen sealed the tomb.

I remember it being one of the longest days of my life. As we went to the banquet, I remember not being able to swallow because my throat was so dry and having to bite back my tears. By sheer will, I sat through the banquet and once it was done, I ran out to the newly sealed tomb of my father who I will never again see on this earth. I fell onto my knees and I sat on the sand in front of the tomb. I looked down then suddenly, looked up. On top of the tomb, was a black dog? As I looked closer I saw It was a black jackal, the mythical sign of the god of the dead, Anubis. The jackal had a gold ribbon around its neck, which meant that it was the god Anubis himself. He looked at me almost with pity and he slowly got up and off the tomb, towards me.

The jackal's-Anubis's- footsteps were soft and silent. He stopped about 10 feet from me and lay down. He rested his head on the warm sand and it looked like he had fallen asleep. I suddenly felt tired and lay down also. Within the next few minutes, I fell asleep.