"A national holiday has been declared for the funeral of the pope."
That was the headline that shocked all of humanity.
After all, everyone had thought that the pope would live forever.
With the way that he always had that youthful appearance, it really didn't seem like he aged a day in his life. Though those that knew him knew that he did age, or at least up to a certain point.
Though he had lived more than a hundred years, he still looked like a middle aged man.
So it was no wonder people thought he would live forever.
It was just that his death did come too suddenly for people to process it.
One day he looked like he could live for another hundred years or so, then he suddenly passed away the next day. It really wasn't something that people could explain with how suddenly it had happened.
Especially Percival who was watching over everything.
"I'm clearly dead, so why do I still exist? Don't people return to the embrace of god when they pass on?"
