“Still My Guitar Gently Weeps…”
Inside the candlelit cathedral in London, a silence thicker than stone hung in the air as the world gathered to say goodbye to Ozzy Osbourne. Draped in black and grief, thousands watched with trembling hearts as Eric Clapton and Sir Paul McCartney stepped into the light — not just to perform, but to mourn.
“We’ve lost a brother, a misfit angel, a rebel with a wounded heart,” Paul whispered, barely holding back tears.
Then came the opening notes of While My Guitar Gently Weeps — fragile, aching, eternal. Clapton’s hands trembled as he played, every note a farewell. McCartney’s voice cracked on the first line:
> I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping…
And the entire cathedral seemed to exhale a collective sob.
Sharon Osbourne wept into her hands. No one moved. No one breathed.
The song — once a Beatles classic, now a funeral hymn — became something holy in that moment.
When it ended, Clapton knelt and gently laid his guitar at the foot of Ozzy’s portrait, as if leaving behind part of his soul.
McCartney’s final words pierced the silence:
> “He didn’t just scream into the void… he made the void scream back.”
Then, hand in hand, the two legends walked offstage — their tribute echoing through every tear-streaked face in the room.
And though Ozzy was gone, in that cathedral filled with mourning and music… he had never felt more alive.