In West Kerry on Tuesday afternoon time stood still as a county stopped to bid farewell to a colossus. More than 2,000 people travelled to Ventry to say goodbye to the late, great Páidí Ó Sé and sympathise with his young family.
Were Kerry its own Republic, and there are many who say that it is, then this would have been a State funeral.
In this corner of Ireland the men who toil for the green and gold are revered as Gods. Their names are spoken in respectful tones, songs are written in their honour and when they walk into a room there's still a collective intake of breath.
The worship goes far beyond admiration for their Gaelic footballing skills. These men, both those who lifted Sam Maguire in yesteryear and those now striving to do it in 2013, encapsulate in their bodies the unique culture of the Kingdom.
I still get butterflies in my stomach when I converse with one of the Kerry greats. Indeed a number of years back, when I worked with Radio Kerry, I stumbled through a piece with the legendary Ger Power because I was undeniably star-struck.
The week before I'd grilled the then-Taoiseach Bertie Ahern on air and grabbed a few words with Tiger Woods on a golf course in the county – without a trace of anxiety in my voice.
Put a Kerry footballer from up the road in front of me though and I melted like a 99 on All-Ireland final Sunday!
But what is it about these mere mortals that make us Kerry folk view them in an altogether more celestial light? Why do we love them so?
"They are the personification of our tribe, the personification of our county," says Gabriel Fitzmaurice, a poet, author and close friend to Páidí.
"These players are our own flesh and blood but they are Gods to us at the same time. There are notions of duty and truth in the mix as well. It's not just about the football, there is another dimension and that's what sets Kerry apart from the rest of the country in terms of our love for the game."
Gabriel worked as a primary school teacher in the small village of Moyvane for over three decades and explains that the same hero-devotion which was in his bones as a child exists in the young generation of today.
"When Sam Maguire comes around the children are fixated with the likes of Colm Gooch Cooper; they all want to be him. An ordinary looking man with an extraordinary talent."
Not for them the dreams of being the next Lionel Messi or Brian O'Driscoll.
Weeshie Fogarty, author of My Beautiful Obsession – Chasing the Kerry Dream explains the grip Gaelic football has on him and his beloved county.
"I was speaking to a man recently who told me that every night his young son goes to sleep he puts a Gaelic football under his pillow so that when the little lad wakes up in the morning the football is the first thing he smells."
The former Kerry player and broadcaster says that even though times have changed the players who don the green and gold jersey are still held in the highest of esteem.
As the waves dance in and out at Ventry this weekend those closest to Páidí Ó Sé will try to come to terms with their terrible loss.
But in death the greatest attacking defender to have ever taken to the GAA field will inspire future generations of Kerry players, insists Weeshie Fogarty.