If Faustina had died in the twenty-first century they would have built her a high-rise with downtown’s best view or a 5.8 million dollar home in the Hollywood hills, complete with a 1.3 million dollar enclosure wall (and high tech surveillance system) overlooking the community’s daily somewhat seedy activities special editions and tributes published upon the news of her passing stating, “Maverick” the public would pretend they’d known what had made her special *Wallpaper™ would salute hotels where she’d stayed and restaurants where she’d dined, commenting on how the chef had been an old and trusted friend, his photograph shown Oprah™ would commiserate with her audience on an Angel Network™ update show (comparing Faustina to Maya Angelou) —— forgeries of her personal items (as shown in biography photographs) would sell for thousands of dollars on Ebay™ —- the dice of our age being cast for Christian relics But it wasn’t the twenty-first century — her passing had been given the best by her hometown — a temple in her honour constructed by Rome’s Emperor people walked by on their way to market or to meet friends, craned their necks, admired the massive Corinthian columns with reverence as if heaven itself opened above her posthumous gift —Melda Gibson [9]