This bit from an article in the Washington Post goes a long way to capture what may've been going on inside the Sistine Chapel before Ratzinger was pope'd. Seeing the pictures and hearing the whispers made the whole process unexpectedly fascinating to me.

These moments after things were decided seem both nonsensical and totally, obviously right.

"From the very first vote on Monday evening, Ratzinger was at the front of the pack of contenders. And almost before the electors knew it, the grave atmosphere of the conclave was over, and they were singing Latin songs, eating chicken cordon bleu and toasting the new pope with spumante.

'It's wonderful to be in a group of 115 people, and you're all equals. You're all talking: Eminence this, Eminence that, first name this, first name that. And then suddenly, one of you is different,' said Cardinal Theodore E. McCarrick of Washington. 'He's no longer one of you. He's the Holy Father, the successor to Peter and the Vicar of the Christ.'"

Pabst, you thought?