“I'm tempted to channel Delirious.” Harold stuck out his tongue. It was childish, but it made him feel better. “Put then in a row over there, open them up and quarter-fill them with natron salt.”
“If you say so.” Devious dropped the boxes and carried them one at a time, setting them out as Harold had instructed.
“These are for the canopic...er...tins, are they?” Jasfoup stood over the imp as he worked. “Is it traditional to dry the internal organs with salt?”
“I don't see why it wouldn't be.” Harold dug into Amanda's torso through the ragged cut she'd made herself. He pulled out the rest of the intestines onto the dustpan. “Actually, if I'd thought about it I'd have got some of those florist's pearls they use to dry flowers with. They're supposed to suck the moisture out even better than salt.” A final tug brought the last of the intestines and the attached stomach as well. “Should I take the gall bladder too?”
“I'm sure the ancients bundled it with the stomach.” Jasfoup wandered back over. “The whole point is to remove the main sources of corrupting bacteria, after all, and the gall bladder has to be one of the worst. Maybe even the appendix, to be on the safe side.”
“I suppose you're right.” Harold gave another couple of tugs and pulled out both. “No need to preserve those, though. The body can survive quite happily without them.” He turned to Dill. “Here. You can have these if you like.”
“A gall bladder and an appendix?” Harold had been previously unaware a zombie could display so many levels of disgust. “No, ta.”
“Fair enough.” Harold tossed them to Devious. “Dispose of those somewhere, would you?”