Of course it didn't. And my phone was subsequently stolen.
This is where a little retentiveness is helpful. I had it set to erase if too many failed passcodes were entered, and I erased it from afar anyway. And I got a Go Phone and had all calls being forwarded to that phone- parish folk are very welcome that their priest keeps in touch so well! And no new usage has been marked so I figure the thief suffered the pangs of watching my phone wipe itself before his eyes. I back up like it's part of my religion. So when the phone went bye bye, I at least had my calendars and contacts backed up on my computer. So I could press a few buttons and print out a form that was only a few days out of date, instead of screaming wildly at the skies, cursing the unfairness of it all. Although I admit that might have been good exercise.
I will take the opportunity, though, to point out to the weenie who stole my phone that you are indeed a weenie. I am quite sure God will one day have a chat with you about your ne-er-do-well methods of acquiring objects and finances, and I certainly hope he has WORDS with you. Because when the phone displays a message saying, "This phone belongs to a priest. Please return to the chapel. Page ******* for a reward!" and it still don't bring the phone back, I lose faith in my superpower.
In the meantime, I am wishing I didn't have to go to work before the mail got here, because the phone is reportedly on its way to me right now this very moment. So I can replace my brain at last!