Pope Francis’s Apartment Sealed Following His Death: A Tradition Rooted in History

Vatican City – Following the passing of Pope Francis on April 21, 2025, at the age of 88, the Vatican initiated a series of time-honored rituals, including the sealing of his personal residence. This act, steeped in centuries-old tradition, signifies the end of a papacy and the commencement of the “sede vacante,” the period during which the papal seat remains vacant.​

Pope Francis, known for his humility, chose to reside in Suite 201 of the Domus Sanctae Marthae, a modest guesthouse within Vatican City, rather than the opulent Apostolic Palace. Upon his death, Cardinal Kevin Farrell, the Camerlengo of the Holy Roman Church, oversaw the sealing of both residences. A silk cord was tied across the doors, secured with a wax seal bearing the papal insignia, ensuring that the rooms remain untouched until a new pope is elected.

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This practice serves multiple purposes: it preserves the sanctity of the pope’s personal effects, prevents unauthorized access, and symbolizes the transition of papal authority. Additionally, the “Fisherman’s Ring,” a symbol of the pope’s authority, is traditionally destroyed to prevent misuse.

The conclave to elect Pope Francis’s successor is expected to commence between May 5 and May 11, following the nine-day mourning period. During this time, cardinals from around the world will gather in the Sistine Chapel to elect the next leader of the Catholic Church.

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