Incorruptible Wilhelmina

I would have venerated her just for her limericks about the Holy Ghost.
But then not decaying per the standard rot/time curve?
You have to admire her range.

Slight quibble with the origin story, though:
What was up with her consoeurs popping the pine top
and oogling Wilhelmina’s mortal remains?
Exhumation for an upgrade to a cubby in the abbey crypt, sure.
But, after presumably letting voles rustle her robes for years,
while some gaudy shroom worms its face through her nostril,
They decide to just take a gander?

But back to the miracle at hand and
mysterious ways being what they are:
Pristine Wilhemina.
Beatifiable flesh on bones.
Inexplicable.
Incorruptible!
The type of thing that only happens in Europe or
St. Louis.