Ozzy and Zach Wylde, his guitarist, visited his hospital room for hours and played an impromtu acoustic version of the whole show for him.
My little old mormon grandmother said she had never seen such love from such scary-looking people.
He died a few weeks later and was buried in his Ozzy shirt.
I’ve seen more serious interviews with Ozzy.
His real self was not all like he played on stage or even on the silly TV show.
One of the nicest stories I have ever read, thank you.
Was your cousin being treated at The Huntsman?