(excerpts from the book, Bach, Beethoven and the Boys by David Barber)
Palestrina's wife died in 1580 of the plague, which left the composer quite upset. He composed the Super Flumina Babylonis. For awhile he even considered giving up music and becoming a priest, but changed his mind. Within eight months after his wife's death he married Virginia Dormuli, a rich widow, and took over her dead husband's fur and ermine business, which had a monopoly to supply ermine to the Papal court.
Palestrina went into partnership with the shop's young apprentice and together they made a killing on the market. Palestrina's wife was no fool, either. She invested 500 scudi into the business, which she later withdrew and lent back to Palestrina at eight-per-cent interest. He owned four houses, which he rented out to quiet tenants.
Palestrina was very busy. In the mornings he minded the fur store and unplugged his tenants' toilets; in the afternoons he composed motets and masses. Somehow he found time to write 93 Masses and 500 Motets, not to mention the four books of madrigals and other assorted church music.
But this is nothing compared to the vast number of works -- nearly 2000 -- composed by Palestrina's contemporary, Orlando di Lasso. He was born in Belgium in 1530 or so and had such a fine voice as a boy that he was kidnapped three times by rival choirs.
Lasso did very well for himself, always managing to get hired by rich patrons who let him travel all over Europe in grand style. Once when the church authorities organized a solemn procession through the streets of Munich the parade was nearly ruined when it looked like it was going to rain. As soon as the choir began to sing a piece of his music, the clouds parted and the sun shone. Thereafter, the same piece was sung at all processions, just to be on the safe side.
Lasso enjoyed tremendous popularity as a composer and had his music performed in all the best places. Although he was quite wild as a young man, he got more serious as he grew older. Towards the end he went bonkers. He no longer recognized his wife and started to mumble.
For all-round piety it's hard to beat Tomas Luis de Victoria, who was a Spanish composer of the same period. He was also a priest. He kept saying that he was going to give up composing and devote himself to the contemplation of higher things. But somehow he never quite got around to it.
Victoria studied in Rome before returning to Spain and admired Palestrina so much that he even took to copying his style of clothing and the way he trimmed his beard.
Victoria wasn't the only one who admired Palestrina, who even in his own time was better respected than most musicians ever manage today. Just two years before Palestrina's death, a group of composers got together and printed some music, which they dedicated to Palestrina, whom they called: "an ocean of musical knowledge." They said that compared to him they were merely, "rivers whose life is bound up with the sea." Palestrina was flattered, but had to ask them to stop before his feet got too wet.
Palestrina died in 1594 and was buried in the St. Peter's cemetery. Over the years, what with all the renovations and everything, we seem to have misplaced his grave. But he's still there somewhere, decomposing.