The skeleton is claimed to be that of St. Pancratius, and is featured in Chapter Two of the book. There was a curious episode when I went to photograph him. I was meeting someone at the church, but was a bit early so I went inside to look at the skeleton–suddenly, and for no explicable reason, the door slammed shut and locked. I took this to mean Pancratius would rather I photograph him alone, which I did, and considered it a bonding experience.