In his final will and testament, Pope Francis provided highly detailed instructions for his funeral. Catholics worldwide are in grief after their beloved leader, Francis, who was born Jorge Mario Bergoglio but chose to be called Francis in honor of the patron saint of the 13th century, Assisi, died in the Vatican at the age of 88 on Monday, April 21, at 7.35 a.m. local time. It has been determined that he died from a brain stroke that caused irreparable heart failure and a coma. He has now made public his will and testament, dated June 29, 2022, which includes specific requests for his final resting place.
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