The homily's certainly worth listening to - or reading in English, if your Italian is lacking! I think Cardinal Ratzinger did a fine job on that. For all that he's one of the Church's most controversial and polarising figures, I've always been rather fond of the man called by his biographer 'the Vatican's Enforcer of the Faith'.
I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's simply because I've always liked a joke - at his expense, mind - that's long done the rounds on the internet. There are numerous variations on it, but the version I first heard goes more or less like this:
'The Pope, Hans Kueng and Cardinal Ratzinger all die on the same day, and go to up to the pearly gates, where St. Peter is waiting for them.
Peter walks over to the three, and says that before they are allowed enter Heaven, he needs to have a quick word with each of them - just to make sure their faith is pure.
He calls John Paul into his office, and the Holy Father follows him in. While the two of them are in the office, Kueng and Ratzinger sit outside nervously, saying their Rosaries and such. Anyway, after about an hour, John Paul comes up, tears running down his face, murmuring about his shame at getting so much wrong. "Don't worry, Lolek," Peter says to him, smiling, "You always meant well, and you did so much, and your faith was invincible. I'll take you in, and introduce you to Lord, once I'm done with the others."
He turns to the other two lads, and signals to Kueng to join him in the office. The two of them are in there for the best part of a day, and occasionally raised voices can be heard by Ratzinger and the Holy Father, who are otherwise engrossed in their prayers.
Eventually, the door opens, and Hans stumbles out, trembling and distraught. "Why was I so arrogant?" he wails, "How could I have been so foolish?" Peter smiles, and pats him on the back. "Don't worry, Hans, you never stopped believing in Our Lord, and you always thought you were right. You were absolutely dedicated in your quest for the truth. Our Lord is very forgiving. You'll be okay."
Kueng sits down next to the Pope, sobbing but smiling, and gathers up his beads to start praying again. Peter turns to the Cardinal. "Joseph," he says, "if you'll come with me."
The Pope and Kueng are astounded, as Ratzinger and Saint Peter don't come out of the office that day, or the next. Every now and again they hear shouting, and weeping. Finally, on the third day the door swings open, and Saint Peter staggers out, a broken man.
"How could I have been so wrong?" he whimpers.'
Incidentally, I heard an amusing story about the Cardinal a few months ago. It seems that he's known his approachability, and is often to be seen strolling across Saint Peter's Square. One day some years back a priest from my diocese - he may have been a seminarian then, I'm not sure - was being visited by his mother while he was studying in Rome. Seeing the Cardinal in the the Square, he hurried his mother, who was eating an ice-cream at the time, over to be meet him. Unfortunately she stumbled or something, and the poor Bavarian found himself with gelato smeared all over his cassock. The mother immediately produced a handkerchief, and began wiping the ice-cream away, while the Cardinal laughed about it. Needless to say, the poor priest was mortified.