When I was a child, unencumbered by the laws of abbreviation, I wrote letters to my aunt, a Catholic nun, and addressed them to "St. Elizabeth."
She thanked me for the promotion, but said she was not in the running for sainthood.
I have always had my doubts.
On Thursday morning in a nursing home in Framingham, Mass., she died at 97, at peace with the world and ready to meet her God.