Axel, did you notice the depth of mourning, the sense of loss?

So, Axel Foley, how was it for you yesterday during the ritual hush for that final conversion in Killaloe?

We are a spiritual race, but anyway, psychic studies from No Man’s Land a century ago prove that the spirits of young warriors violently snatched away before their natural time do not speed away to the other dimension at once but stay at the scene for days and even weeks.

So you were invisibly present yesterday around the Saint Flannan’s Church where you were baptised as your townsfolk and the high and mighty of your rugby world gathered for the closing ritual of a short life. Did you ever before observe so many male tears on a big occasion? Surely not ever. Did you notice, as the bells tolled over Kincora, the palpable width and depth of the mourning and sense of loss?