2 MISERERE NOBIS In the tender light of a Vatican morning, when tulips, climbing snow, and indigoletta flowers were in bloom, heaven itself had drawn Pope Franciscus's last breath. It was 7:35 a.m. in the Casa Santa Marta, when the Pope slipped out from this corporeal world to immortality. As how he planned his internment, he seemed to have never forgotten what he once said: we are dust of the earth. Miserando atque Eligendo In the name of the Most Holy Trinity. Amen. As I sense the approaching twilight of my earthly life, and with firm hope in eternal life, I wish to set out my final wishes solely regarding the place of my burial. Throughout my life, and during my ministry as a priest and bishop, I have always entrusted myself to the Mother of Our Lord, the Blessed Virgin Mary. For this reason, I ask that my mortal remains rest - awaiting the day of the Resurrection - in the Papal Basilica of Saint Mary Major. I wish my final earthly journey to end precisely in this ancient...