Don’t Worry, I’m Coming” — Paul McCartney Called. Ringo Starr Drove 100 Miles Through the Night. And Together, They Sang Ozzy Osbourne Home.
It was just past midnight when the call came.
Paul McCartney, his voice low and thick with grief, had just heard the news: Ozzy Osbourne — the Prince of Darkness, the voice that roared for the misfits — was gone.
There was no hesitation. He picked up the phone and said four quiet words:
“Don’t worry, I’m coming.”
Ringo Starr didn’t ask questions. He simply got in the car and drove. A hundred miles through the English night, headlights cutting the dark like a spotlight on a final act.
By dawn, they stood shoulder to shoulder outside the cathedral in Birmingham — just miles from where Ozzy was born and first found his voice. The air was heavy with mist and memory. Before them, a black velvet-draped casket, crowned in crimson roses.
And then, silence — until McCartney’s voice rose, soft but sure, singing the first lines of “Because.” It was Ozzy’s favorite, the one he’d hum backstage when the world felt impossibly loud. Ringo followed, harmonizing like it was 1969 again.
It wasn’t just a performance. It was a benediction.
A farewell from two friends who knew what it meant to carry sound through silence. A promise that Ozzy’s voice — unruly, defiant, unmistakable — would echo far beyond the grave.
Because love is old. Love is new.
Love is all. Love is you.
And so they sang him home.
