Removing the mask is not difficult, seemingly held in place with nothing more than balance and weight. Now that it is in hand, it is easy to confirm that the object is made of solid gold. The head that the mask was covering is revealed to be bald, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape showing a few rotted and missing teeth, with no facial hair.
The robe proves more cumbersome. The deceased is effectively wearing the garment, and it takes a bit of teamwork and coordination to gently slip the arms free of the sleeves without breaking the body. It helps that the robe looks virtually untarnished, and it is light yet with a sturdy feel, so you are less concerned with manhandling the cloth in your efforts to recover it. Eventually you do so, and you find that in the process you have become more intimate and familiar with the body.
Now free of accessory, the withered and dry husk in the sarcophagus is clearly shown, its skin stretched tight over bones. You are unable to tell whether this person was male or female, as it seems not everything was completely mummified, or perhaps was lost at some point in the past.
