I got a text at about 2pm saying 'Where are you?', so I rolled out of bed and into some clothes and ran to the pub. We then proceeded to embark upon an epic showdown, us v. cursed mummy, battling to the death in a rainstorm. We ended the adventure in the following (rather spectacular) manner:
Two of our group hitting him with magic bolts,
Me firing off a bullet into his last remaining organ (his heart),
And the last of us throwing a sword directly into his heart. The sword was then struck by lightning and the mummy exploded.
So, yeah, I guess my point is: Happy Valentine's Day! It is what you make of it.