This morning, July 25, at the foggy Highgate Cemetery in London, the moment of Ozzy Osbourne’s memorial became something no one could forget. Brian May — the legendary guitarist of Queen — suddenly appeared in silence, just a few minutes before Ozzy’s coffin was carried to its final resting place. He wore a long black coat, his silver hair fell over his shoulders, and held in his hands the old wooden guitar that had accompanied him through decades of stage memories. And when his fingers began to strum the first melody of “Mama, I’m Coming Home,” the air seemed to freeze. On both sides of the road, hundreds of people dressed in black lined up, holding branches of white flowers. Some cried silently. Some knelt, placing their hands on their hearts as the coffin passed by. Others reached out — as if to touch the rebellious spirit one last time. Beside the coffin was Ozzy’s daughter — a young girl with short, purple hair full of personality, her face pale with grief. She didn’t say a word, just placed a hand gently on the coffin lid the whole way. Her tears fell silently, but made everyone around her eyes red… VIDEO BELOW 👇

London, July 25 — On a misty morning at Highgate Cemetery, a farewell unfolded that those in attendance will never forget.

Ozzy Osbourne, the immortal icon of rock and roll, was laid to rest — and it was none other than Brian May, legendary guitarist of Queen, who led the quiet procession that would etch itself into the hearts of hundreds gathered.

There were no announcements. No formal introduction. Just minutes before Ozzy’s casket was to reach its final resting place, Brian May appeared in silence, clad in a long black coat, his silver hair falling gently to his shoulders. In his hands: a worn acoustic guitar, weathered with time and history.

Then, without a word, he began to walk — slowly, beside the casket — gently strumming the opening notes of “Mama, I’m Coming Home.” And in that moment, the world stood still. Read more below

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