I had a doll who was the symbol of resurrection.
Every 'eon' she would be resurrected from the dead by a cult of necromancers, only to be stabbed to death or something equally as horrible by a rival cult, who wanted their 'death goddess' to be supreme. She was then mummified in toilet-paper and soap, then a mask was fashioned for her out of playdough to go over that. She was entombed with 'precious artifacts' that would ensure her resurrection and then buried in the back yard somewhere.
I have yet to find her from the last 'burial'.
This was acted out with Barbies. When I was six.
Every 'eon' she would be resurrected from the dead by a cult of necromancers, only to be stabbed to death or something equally as horrible by a rival cult, who wanted their 'death goddess' to be supreme. She was then mummified in toilet-paper and soap, then a mask was fashioned for her out of playdough to go over that. She was entombed with 'precious artifacts' that would ensure her resurrection and then buried in the back yard somewhere.
I have yet to find her from the last 'burial'.
This was acted out with Barbies. When I was six.