Five days earlier many of those same people had watched the news of Seau's death unfold on local television, where programming had been interrupted. Inside the home that day, his family and friends gathered for a Samoan ceremony over the body. Then, amid tears and shock, they recited Psalm 23: "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want...."
One by one they took a final moment with the man who meant so much to them. Some reached down and touched Seau. Hoffman, the longtime director of his foundation, a woman whom Seau affectionately called Mom, leaned over and kissed him.
The coroners then placed the body in the back of a white van and drove along the shore before turning inland, toward the highway. Junior Seau may not have made it to the water that morning, but as the van pulled away, there was hope that he was at peace.