Actually my old gran was quite sweet. There was one of the popes who was dying, and everybody else was either all reverential or didn't care and made no bones about it, and she just said "oh, is he still in a coma then, poor old lad?" She was empathic like that sometimes. It was the "poor old lad" bit that touched me. As far as she was concerned the pope was just another person, not great but still worthy of her compassion.