Pope Benedict XVI died last night, aged 95. Even though he had stepped down from the papacy in 2013, he was still physically and spiritually present in the Vatican in a way that gave many people comfort, myself included. It really feels like the end of an era.

Like Pope John Paul II before him (and now St John Paul), Benedict died the Octave of a major feast in Christianity. For John Paul, it was the Easter Octave and now Benedict during the Christmas Octave. I can’t find a reference right now, but remember reading or hearing that dying during a major feast octave takes a person to heaven much faster. I can well imagine that Benedict shot straight up when exiting the earthly realm last night and is fully available to intercede for us right now.