(Piggy's Blog's still "parked" but must acknowledge today.)
Hail Mother Mary full of grace.
Hail the fruit of thy womb, Jesus Christ.
Gra sia plena, Maria,
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave Dominus, Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in Mulieribus, Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tui Jesus
Bye, Pope, you were a blessing to an entire religion. You've done what's so hard--if not impossible--in a world that searches tirelessly for sensationalism, you've led a blameless life as far as men's eyes can see. Many have brought disgrace to Catholicism, but you've always held it high. Not even a bullet could shake your divine determination. Even "Fire 'Pon Rome" or Capleton songs that tried to decry your dedication to duty, found you holy, an' I'm that much more respectful ov your legacy today.
Notre Pere, qui est au cieux
Les trois--votre nom soit sanctifie.
Pardonnez nous nos peches.
It was in many ways wrong to sing songs that carelessly wished you ill--even if nobody really considered de lyrics back then. Now, I'm considerin'--but not too much Catholic guilt--just wishin' you a safe journey home.
We'll all miss a godly Polish man who never smeared de honour ov his papacy through all ov 27 years. Goodbye, Pope.