Granted. Let me tell you a tale.
In the centuries before the Hellenes came to Greece, the region was rife with cults of various trees, holly, oak, and of horses and the like. The culture was matriarchal, and the priestesses of these cults prone to bacchic orgies. Once every year (or 'great year' by some accounts, which may have been several years) they would choose a king to marry the high priestess. This man was treated as a god, right up to the point at the end of his reign when the priestesses worked themselves into a divine frenzy, tore him to pieces and ate him. (This may be a root of the common practice of 'communion' which occurs in several religions.)
Y'all don't get any special powers, and a year to live.
I wish I could fall asleep whenever I liked and always woke up on time feeling refreshed.