AN UNEXPECTED FAREWELL: The chapel in Nashville was hushed, heavy with loss and reverence, as Alan Jackson stepped forward — tall, solemn, wearing a hat. Jeannie Seely, “Miss Country Soul,” lay just ahead, surrounded by yellow roses and the quiet breath of old hymns. Alan didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The weight of the moment spoke for him.
The chapel in Nashville was still — not in the way that audiences pause for an encore, but in the…