Something a bit more Carthaginian would have been nice, though.

    
     Joe Paterno's statue has come down. The NCAA has walloped Penn State with a smorgasbord of penalties reaching back to 1998. Nike has renamed the Joe Paterno Child Development Center on its corporate campus.
     But Paterno, the de facto president of Penn State (thus the apparent scot-freeness of Graham Spanier, the school's ostensible president*) who clung to his creepy shower room  of secrets till the end, is dead. He died in time, and his providential exit will always leave a sour, unresolved taste about the Penn State scandal. Paterno needed to be there, wheeled out to see his apotheosized self, unbolted, crated, and hauled off to the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
     One article has the right- if right words there are- last words:

When the workers were finished, all signs of Paterno had been removed, including a quote that had been emblazoned on the wall: "They ask me what I'd like written about me when I'm gone, I hope they write I made Penn State a better place not just that I was a good football coach."

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* Who knows? Maybe, when- and if- Spanier pulled at Paterno's choke-chain, the coach kept his poodle silent by offering the president's kids a weekend of fun with Jerry Sandusky.