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Malted Mummies: A Frothy Tale from the Crypt

The world of archaeology has often unearthed the unfathomable, from golden sarcophagi to immaculately preserved mummies. Yet, nothing can compare to the latest find from a recently uncovered tomb. Yes, folks, while we've set our expectations high for ancient wisdom, this time, we may have hit an all-time low.

A translated ancient script found etched on a hidden chamber of the tomb does not unravel the mysteries of existence nor sacred rituals. No. Instead, it pleads: 'If you are going to the kitchen, can you get me a beer?'

The crypt, believed to belong to an unknown Pharaonic official whose tomb dating back to the intermediate period of ancient Egypt, has baffled experts. The eccentric glyphs were translated by the paleolinguistics team to produce a sentence more likely found in a frat house than a sacred burial ground.

Historically, Egyptians used hieroglyphs to record important events, religious rites, and Pharaoh's achievements. However, the request for a beer barely fits into the expected narrative. Perhaps the tombs of yesteryears held more than just royal splendors and immortal souls; they also held occasional Beer Pong nights.

The discovery of beer hieroglyphs might appear absurd, but it's no secret that beer was a major part of ancient Egyptian culture. It was a dietary staple, a form of currency, and even an offering to gods. Mind you, it was likely a different brew - less 'IPA' and more 'bread soda' - but it holds up: the ancient Egyptians loved a good pint.

Could this inscription indicate that even in death, the Egyptians' affinity for barley brew persisted? Was this their way of injecting a drop of humor into the mundane, like their version of a sitcom laugh track? Could sarcophagus-side service be the precursors to modern mini-fridges?

Is this a case of a mistranslation or one fabulous practical joke from an ancient court jester? Perhaps we'll never know. And maybe we don't need to. After all, dissecting a joke is like dissecting a frog – no one's particularly interested, and the frog dies of it.

So, the next time you amble to the kitchen, remember your forebears who, despite the passage of years, shared your love for that sweet, golden nectar. Take a moment to appreciate their humor, their humanity, and their shared longing for just one more glass of the good stuff. As we now know, some cravings transcend millennia.

Here's to you, unknown tomb dweller, we hope you finally got that beer. We'll be raising our glasses to your eternal happy hour.

Published Fri, Oct 06, 2023
Suggested by G.Sprague
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