Here is another true story:
There was a monastery which had to move coffins from the vaults underneath the church because of unexpected flooding. Each coffin was carefully transferred to a new section of higher ground. Since the nuns who had been buried in these vaults had died more than 100 years ago, their coffins were very light, so two nuns could transfer each coffin.
However, the nuns were surprised when a smaller than usual coffin was very difficult to move as it was very heavy. This little nun was not known for exceptional piety. Nothing was written about her except her name in the world, her reception as a novice, and her tonsure as a nun. She was never an abbess or a novice mistress.
The bishop granted permission for the nuns to open the coffin. When they did, the nuns found that this little nun was completely preserved. Her hair was still growing as were her fingernails. She was the color of health, but she was with the Lord. A very heavenly aroma of a delicate bouquet of flowers was everywhere present: The odor of sanctity. The nuns trimmed her fingernails and cut her long hair, then they dressed her in a new monastic garb as the one she was wearing was now threadbare.
The Lord is glorified in His Saints.