“Cowering, I hurled the medicine bottle at the sarcophagus that had pursued me here. It crumbled at the impact, solid gold seeming to evaporate into the foul air of the twilight. I wondered, “what could it have been, that returned this fiend to the dirt from whence it came? What holy missile avenged my brothers, who burned and drowned so recently at this Pharaoh’s behest?” I reached for the bottle and read the label aloud.
“Of course!” said I. “All I had to do was take some cold medicine, and the coffin would stop!””