Mummy Money

Newspaper headline: "Tut's mummy crumbles to dust!" and a picture of the barren coffin.

I ran to the Egyptology Dept. straight away to investigate the veracity of this unsettling news. I clearly have some sort of student/scientist security clearance, plunging directly into the room with Tut's sarcophagi.
There are five coffins nested in one another: I fish them out one by one.
The outermost is a huge rough marble with faded rusty streaks, then a detailed golden coffin more akin to what one expects of King Tut. Inside that, a rough red Roman clay that is more of a top shield with the young king's portrait painted atop. The innermost layer was a woven husk containing the body. Contradictory to the news article, the corpse was still there, barely dust under the wrappings, which still held his shape perfectly.

I was relieved and delighted that he'd stayed put. I knew that if he had disappeared it would have been of his own volition, probably an attempt to escape the drudge and rigor of the Egyptologists.
Just then, the spirit of Tut took on a smoke form that rose out of the linen and hovered above its coffins. His presence communicated to me wordlessly: He wanted to go out... would I take care of business? Would I tell no one that he'd left his earthly rind?
Of course.
Tut's vapor slithered around the door frame and out.
I looked down to the ancient bandages and saw that he'd left me bribe money...
monies, I should say..
crumpled up dollar bills, old french francs, and ancient gold coins....