The Netherwork: Sacrificial Whine

The Netherwork: Sacrificial Whine
I've long held that Mithraism is nothing but a bunch of bull.

(A dim lit funeral parlour. The coffin lies open before a formal gathering.)

Host: Have you ever been to a network wake?

Guest 1: No, but I went to my cousin Esther's. Do you find it a bit dark in here? (A bell tolls ominously.)

Host: Ah, the master of ceremony has arrived. (Preceded by a short column of gowned children who swing cages of burning incense on chains, a strangely costumed priest enters and makes his way towards a large torch behind the coffin. He kneels before the torch and it erupts into a bright flame, illuminating the ancient stonework of a pagan temple. Standing, turning to face the gathering, and raising his arms to the ceiling, he draws their attention to a boxed bull, suspended on a chain above the coffin, with its head sticking out through a small hole.)

Guest 1: Is that a bull?

Host: Sh! (The priest proclaims a startling phrase in Latin, and a heavy metal blade is brought down above the bull's head. The bull lets out a terrible squeal as the blade cuts through its neck, but is silenced when the head falls loose. A second chain tilts the box so that the blood can spill out from the hole onto the the deceased. The priest turns his back to face the coffin and again raises his arms. The eyes open on the blood covered corpse, and it momentarily sits up. Guest 1 screams and flees the ceremony, but the host approaches the coffin eagerly.) Welcome back, George! I trust you slept well.
  
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