The sky hung low, heavy with clouds, as if mourning alongside the crowd. Alan Jackson walked slowly beside the hearse, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, his Stetson casting a shadow over eyes red with grief. In his hands, he carried a framed photo of his friend — Ozzy Osbourne — the man he had laughed with, sung with, prayed for. Not a single note played. Not a single word rose above the hush.
The Last Verse: Alan Jackson Leads a Silent Procession for Ozzy Osbourne The sky itself seemed to understand. Heavy and…