ABSTRACT
“About the middle of November,” writes Father Venturi, “Sister Teresa Eletta began to bring up blood at such a rate that in the space of a few days she was at the point of death. At that time I filled the office of Extraordinary Confessor to the Monastery. I was called upon to administer the last Sacraments. Before I approached her bed, Sister Teresa Eletta, believing her end was at hand, called the Superior to her and said: ‘Mother Prioress, my father has told me more than once that if I died before him, he would not allow my body to be buried at Trespiano where they bury the nuns now. I beg of your charity to dissuade my father and tell him to let me be buried as a poor nun, like my sisters. The money he would spend on my burial must be spent instead….’ The Mother Prioress, thinking she had divined her wish, interrupted her, saying: ‘You desire rather it be spent for the good of your soul?’ ‘Oh! no, no; Jesus will think of me, he must give it as alms to the poor.’”
