For lack of a better word, the “festivities” surrounding Joe Paterno’s passing bring to mind the opening scene described in “Evita”. A shrine established outside what could have been called his home. Signs and memorials throughout the town. Long, solemn lines of mourners waiting hours just to pass by a closed casket. Mourner-lined streets to drive through during the funeral procession. An arena memorial.
To misquote some lyrics:
Santo, Santo Paterno
You were supposed to have been immortal
That’s all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver