Here's a story about a man named Mirza who came home from work to be horrified. I was on the first floor and I noticed 'well hell, looks a lot like a dig site from before my father retired from being an Egyptologist, only brand new.' And then I opened up a Qebehsenuef canopic jar that I saw laying about. THERE REALLY WERE INTESTINES IN THERE.
Thankfully, I made it up to my apartment (in a fucking... I don't even know!) before vomiting.