My sister in law opened up yesterday’s paper and said “Someone Pope’ed all over the paper”. I laughed and am going to hell.
A whitey like me doesn’t have much ceremony in life, so it is good to live in a hispanic neighborhood. After the pope died, mini shrines of candles, flowers, and a chalk messages popped up around 25th street. It was a nice gesture and reminded me how much John Paul II meant to some people.