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Kelly Osbourne has released a statement following the death of her father Ozzy, saying she “lost the best friend I ever had.”
“I feel unhappy, I am so sad. I lost the best friend I ever had,” she said on her Instagram story, quoting the lyrics of Black Sabbath song “Changes.”
The song originally appeared on the band’s 1972 album “Vol. 4” before Ozzy and Kelly recorded a version together in 2003 with altered lyrics, changing the song from depicting a romantic breakup to a father-daughter relationship drifting apart.
Until “The Osbournes” – the reality TV show documenting their family life – aired from 2002 to 2005, Ozzy was best known as the “Prince of Darkness,” a pioneer of heavy metal and rock whose legendary, and controversial, antics on stage once included biting the head off a live bat. (He thought it was rubber.)
But through his interactions with his wife, Sharon, and his youngest children, Kelly and Jack, the public were introduced to his domestic side, watching him bumbling around the house and telling his children not to do drugs.
Kelly Osbourne (left), pictured with her parents, Ozzy and Sharon, in 2010
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Ozzy died on Tuesday at age 76, his family announced in a statement, saying that “he was with his family and surrounded by love.” They haven’t yet announced a cause of death.
Just weeks before his death, he played his final show in Birmingham, England, where Kelly got engaged to her long-term partner, rock musician Sid Wilson.
She posted a video on Instagram of the moment that Wilson, who is part of heavy metal band Slipknot, got down on one knee and proposed in front of various family members and friends, including her parents.
In the footage, Wilson can be heard saying: “Kelly, you know I love you more than anything in the world.”
Ozzy then interjects: “F**k off, you’re not marrying my daughter.”
The assembled crowd laughs before Wilson continues: “Nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life with you. So, in front of your family and all of our friends, Kelly, will you marry me?”
The couple, who have been together since at least 2022 and share a young son, Sidney, then embraced as onlookers clapped and cheered.
On July 4, the Guadalupe ripped our home from its pillars, pulling my family into its waters and into the night. Then morning came.
Rosemary, the four-year-old, woke up first. She told my brother-in-law, Lance, that there was something on the roof.
Seven of us were at my family’s river house on the Guadalupe, between Ingram and Hunt, for the Fourth. Our little stretch of river is wide, green, cool, deep, and slow. It is some of the best swimming anywhere and one of the most beautiful spots in Texas, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve spent many peaceful afternoons there, floating and staring up at the cypress trees that tower over the water. The house, a one-story cabin on stilts about fifty yards from the river up our steeply sloped yard, was built right after the 1987 flood that devastated this region, killing ten teenagers. Concrete pillars put our family’s place a few feet above what officials consider a one-hundred-year floodplain. More than once I’d tried to imagine the waters rising that high, but it seemed impossible.
We’d had pizza for dinner and spent that Thursday evening playing hide-and-seek with Rosemary, a rambunctious, expressive, willful little girl with blond hair and blue eyes who can speak Spanish and calls me Tío, and her baby brother, my twenty-month-old nephew, Clay, a towhead who’d just learned to say the words “boo” and “yellow.” After the kids went to sleep, a few of us played charades until about 9:30 p.m., when we all said goodnight and went to bed.
I woke around 3 a.m. to the sound of thunder and rain. My only thought was, I hope it stops so I can go on an early-morning run. Shortly before 4:30, I would later learn, Rosemary climbed down from the top bunk of the kids’ bedroom and went to get her father. Lance stepped out of bed to see what was causing all the pounding and creaking. I stirred at about that time, too, and heard what I figured were the kids running around the house, excited by the storm. Or maybe the winds were causing tree branches to slam against the metal roof. I heard Lance call out for his wife, my sister Alissa, and I got out of bed and walked into the main living area. I saw my dad, Clint, who is 73, and Lance peering out through the sliding-glass doors that led to the back deck. The house was dark, but Dad held a flashlight, aiming it into the night.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re in trouble,” he said. “Big trouble.”
I looked past them. The river was as high as the deck, twenty feet above the ground.
We had spent so many hours on that porch looking out over the yard and to the river below. Now the water splashed against the bottom of its railing. The gravity of our situation didn’t sink in right away, but the facts were clear: We were surrounded by fast-moving floodwater, and we had no way of escaping to higher ground.
Rosemary and Clay Parisher in Austin this summer.Courtesy of Darhys Rodriguez
I ran back to my bedroom and woke up my husband, Patrick. Soon all of us—Dad, Lance, Alissa, Rosemary, Clay, Patrick, and me—came together in the living area. Clay flashed his adorable smirk at Patrick, eager to play. We talked through our options. Getting onto the roof was impossible. We had no ladder, and the eaves were about eight feet above the deck. Patrick weighed whether we could all climb through a window into the live oak whose branches were near the back of the house, then realized it wasn’t reachable. Lance called 911, but the dispatcher said he didn’t know when anyone could get to us.
I tried to imagine a scenario that would turn out okay. I imagined rescuers in a yellow raft emerging from the darkness. I imagined being stuck in the house for hours or days, grateful for all the groceries we’d brought for the weekend. I imagined my husband pointing out that the floodwaters were starting to recede. I imagined the relief I would feel when I realized he was right.
The river rose. Within a minute or two it was about a foot high against the glass door. We got dressed, put on shoes, and packed bags so we could be ready to leave in case someone, anyone, miraculously arrived.
The family river house, near Ingram, in 2021.Courtesy of Aaron Parsley
As we reassembled in the kitchen, the vinyl flooring under our feet started to bubble, and then water began to pool. My dad walked into his bedroom and saw the carpet floating off the floor. The river’s musty scent permeated the house, mixed with what smelled like freshly chopped wood. My sister sat Rosemary and Clay on the kitchen island countertop. We discussed whether we could get them higher, maybe even on top of the cabinets in the small space below the ceiling. Then the roof over the porch crashed down and we heard glass shatter in my father’s room, just off the kitchen.
Rosemary asked, “Why did the window break?”
Clay started to cry.
When the sliding-glass door opened and water poured in, Lance ran to it, shoved it closed, and held it shut. The pendant lamps began to swing wildly over the kitchen counter. The house was shifting. It lurched sharply, and we all struggled to stay on our feet. It felt like walking down the aisle of a plane during strong turbulence.
“We’re moving. We’re moving,” Patrick said. The realization was terrifying. The rushing, still-rising water had lifted the house off its pillars. It was afloat.
And then it wasn’t.
I saw part of the deck rip away. I heard windows break from every corner. Cracks split the walls. We crashed into something, probably a tree. I don’t know how long it took—ten seconds, maybe fifteen—for the house to come apart.
Alissa managed to keep both kids on the countertop, one hand on each, still trying to reassure them. As the house came undone, she grabbed one in each arm. This is the part that will forever haunt me. If I or anyone else had been closer to them, we would have helped her. We would have grabbed one of the kids. But we didn’t know that we were about to be plunged into the water. We simply didn’t know.
Alissa remembers two things after she and her children hit the water. She heard Clay coughing. And she heard Rosemary saying “Mama.”
The Parsley family’s river house pictured after the catastrophic flooding, on July 8, 2025.Photograph by Jordan Vonderhaar
This is when ourstories diverge.
As we were thrust into churning water, into darkness, our disintegrating house sucked us down into the river. The last thing I remember from inside the house was seeing the refrigerator coming at me. Patrick saw the countertop tear away from the kitchen island with Alissa and the kids on it.
Lance found himself trapped under the sliding-glass door that he had been holding shut. He unlocked it, pushed it open, and swam through it and to the surface.
Dad got pinned underwater by a massive, hard object—he thinks it was a piece of furniture or timber—and he couldn’t get loose. He twisted and turned, and thought clearly to himself that this was what it was like to drown. He figured he had about thirty seconds left before he would start taking water into his lungs. He pushed as hard as he could against the object, came free, and kicked to the surface.
Patrick also felt something, maybe part of the house, maybe furniture, pinning him under the black water. He pushed himself underneath it, and then he was out. He scrambled onto a flat piece of metal, part of the roof.
When I surfaced, I didn’t know where I was or how I’d gotten away from the house. The stormy night sky and the murky water were the same color. I heard Patrick calling for me. I looked around and saw a large piece of floating metal. I couldn’t see him, but I yelled, “Are you on the roof?” He said he was, so I swam toward his voice. I felt him grab my hand, and we were connected for a second, maybe two. But we couldn’t hold on.
As the river carried me downstream, I struggled to stay above water. I was surrounded by branches, by twisted metal, by uprooted trees, and countless smaller objects—bottles of sunscreen, books, couch cushions, coolers—that came from inside our home or someone else’s. I realized I’d lost my shoes and my phone. I grabbed at every branch on every tree that was still standing. A few snapped off in my hands, leaving me with fistfuls of leaves. I managed to briefly hold on to one, perhaps for a few seconds, until the force of the water and the constant assault from debris ripped me away.
I latched onto a tree with branches large enough to support me and pulled myself out of the water. My breathing was frantic but my mind was focused. I considered the possibility of death. I thought, If I survive, I’ll be the only one. I contemplated life without my husband, my dad, my sister, her family. How could the kids survive what I’d just endured? I felt fear, of course, but it wasn’t as intense as the terror I’d felt inside the house. In the kitchen, I had feared the unknown, what might happen if we were swept away. Now I experienced a moment when acceptance somehow repressed the fear of dying, of losing the people I love the most, of whatever else this catastrophe had in store.
Clint Parsley’s car in the flood wreckage about half a mile downstream from the river house.Photograph by Jordan Vonderhaar
Remnants of a tree surrounded by debris and pieces of the river house.Photograph by Jordan Vonderhaar
The tree began to crack and moan. Then it slowly fell into the river, and so did I. I reached for another tree and climbed as high as I could, a couple of feet above the rushing water. I stepped up to a higher branch, and then another. If this tree collapsed, I wasn’t sure if I would fight to stay above water again. I pleaded with the tree to hold me, to withstand the power of the river. Please, I whispered, please.
I checked my watch, which tracks the sunrise. It was 5:20 a.m. I had to wait a little more than an hour for first light. The rain kept falling in sheets, getting stronger for a while and then ebbing. Another plea: Please stop raining, please stop raining. The downpour felt somehow insulting. I watched water heaters, a trailer, and a shed float past. Then a car, its headlights on and pointing at the sky.
Over the roar of the water and the cracking of trees, I heard screaming. It was guttural, primal. “Who’s there?” I called out. “I’m in a tree too. We have to hang on. Someone will help.”
“It’s Alissa!” my sister screamed. “I’m with Rosemary. Clay is gone.”
The memory of those words will never leave me. A combination of profound relief and unbearable sadness overwhelms me now, even as I type this. Alissa and I kept yelling to each other, though neither of us could clearly make out what the other was saying. “Be strong for Rosemary!” I implored. “You have to survive this!”
Intermittently I could hear just one word—“Clay”—as Alissa cried out for her son.
I glanced at my watch every few minutes, the water below me rising a foot or two and then falling, only to rise again. At some point after sunrise, I realized the river was finally receding for good, more branches below me becoming visible as the minutes passed, though I still couldn’t get a good view of Alissa. I’d later learn we were about half a mile from our property.
For Lance, these fraught moments were the hardest, most stressful part—being so close to his wife and child but not yet knowing how to save them.
As the river subsided, I saw that I was actually close to the bank, maybe twenty yards away. It would’ve been an easy swim if not for the pull of the current and the dangerous amount of debris.
Because of the storm clouds, the darkness lingered after sunrise. I was quaking from the chill. I yelled Patrick’s name and, for the first time, began to cry—for my dad, for Clay, for all of us. I wondered who else was alive and who wasn’t.
Then I noticed Patrick running along the riverbank. I couldn’t believe he was there, fully dressed, wearing his tank top and shorts, his shoes somehow still on. (He had lost only his wedding ring, he later told me.) “Patrick, I’m here!” I yelled. For the first time, I thought we had a shot at surviving. Patrick was the first normal thing since the house broke apart. It was like being alone on an alien planet and another human randomly arrives. And then Lance came jogging up after him.
They’d ended up in the same pecan tree, about two hundred feet from the riverbank and about two thousand feet from where our house once stood. Lance has a watch with a flashlight that he’d turned on after Rosemary woke him up. Patrick said he spotted the beam after he climbed into the tree. They were only a few yards apart, close enough that they could talk without yelling. Lance kept repeating, “My son, my daughter. There’s no way.” He called out for Alissa. At one point their tree was struck by a house but somehow remained upright. Worried about how long it could hold, they decided to climb down the tree and across some rubble that was piling around the house. The two hundred feet of water between them and the bank was pooling, not rushing. Patrick, a strong swimmer who’d served in the Coast Guard for four years, went first. Lance followed once he made it to shore.
Patrick told me they’d been running as fast as they could to search for us, but they were crossing rough terrain along a slope littered with debris and massive downed logs. When he spotted our niece in a nearby tree, Patrick, for the first time, began to cry. Lance started frantically looking for ways to get his wife and daughter to shore.
I watched from my perch as they tried to figure out a way to get Alissa and Rosemary safely on land. The water was still too deep and moving too fast for anyone to swim. More waiting.
The rope swing hanging in a tree near the river house amid the wreckage.Photograph by Jordan Vonderhaar
Patrick went to search for my dad and ran into a couple who told him they’d found an older man who matched his description. They pointed him to a nearby house where Dad was being cared for. When Patrick arrived, my father was wrapped in a towel, and he broke down when he heard that my sister and I were alive. He explained that he’d managed to climb into a pecan tree after washing about a half mile downriver. He said he’d watched an intact house float right past him. He feared he’d lost his entire family. At first light, he had jumped down and swum ashore because he was afraid of hypothermia and shock. “Two folks took me in,” he said. “Another couple showed up, also tree dwellers, and she was six months pregnant.”
Patrick returned to tell us my dad was safe, and he and Lance began working to rescue Alissa and Rosemary.
In the river’s roiling churn, with Rosemary clinging to her neck while she paddled with one arm, Alissa had somehow managed to push her daughter onto a branch, which Rosemary hugged with her arms and legs, lying flat. Alissa stayed in the water just below her, gripping the tree’s trunk, and as the waters receded she stood uncomfortably on a branch below her. Alissa would tell me, five days later, that Rosemary wanted to play “I spy” while they waited in the tree.
Patrick waded into the water to intercept a blue kayak that was floating by. An older couple, watching from a house on a nearby hill, brought Lance and Patrick an inflatable inner tube, and they decided the tube was the better option to catch Rosemary. More control, softer landing.
For Lance, these fraught moments were the hardest, most stressful part—being so close to his wife and child but not yet knowing how to save them.
Seeing Patrick fetch the kayak, I realized that the expanse of river between my tree and the bank was now about six feet deep at most. I shouted that I was ready to jump, but first Patrick checked to make sure there wasn’t any debris below me. He instructed me to leap out away from the tree rather than straight down because he’d felt an exposed root system. Because the river had receded so sharply, I was now some fifteen feet above the surface; my tree was essentially a vertical trunk, with no way to climb down. I launched myself backward into the area he’d confirmed was clear. Once I hit the water, I swam to shore easily.
When I got to Patrick, I held him for a while, overwhelmed. I said something like, “I thought I’d lost you” and “I was so afraid” and “I couldn’t think about losing you.”
From left: Clint Parsley and Alex Albright in 2022; Lance Parisher and Alissa Parsley in Austin with their children, Clay and Rosemary, on April 10, 2025; Aaron Parsley (left) and Patrick Kelleher in Tanzania in 2023.Courtesy of Aaron Parsley
After that, Rosemary’s rescue happened quickly.
Patrick and Lance rigged the inner tube with a green garden hose they’d found and tied it around a downed tree. Lance waded into the water, positioning the tube beneath his daughter. I stood downriver, ready to catch Rosemary if she missed the target and got caught in the stream.
Alissa urged us to hurry, saying she didn’t think she could hold on to the tree much longer. She had to pry Rosemary’s hands from the branch. Rosemary, terrified, started to cry. Then my sister cradled her daughter and dropped her twenty feet into the river, where her father was waiting. She landed directly in the middle of the inner tube, and we all cheered. Lance carried his daughter to shore. My sister jumped into the water right after, and I grabbed her, put my arm around her, and together we walked to safety.
Alissa collapsed on the riverbank, crying out for Clay. Rosemary became calm when she reached dry land, but her face had a blue cast. We were all shivering. We told Rosemary how brave she’d been and that she was now safe and that it was going to be okay.
Alissa stood, still sobbing, and we all scrambled up a hill to a nearby house, where the older couple, the Marvins, had called 911. Other neighbors arrived, offering us towels, dry clothes, shoes, water, cookies, and a first aid kit. One of them was a psychiatric nurse practitioner named, of all things, Jennifer Lopez. She and her husband, Chris, were so kind, so helpful, so calm. I’ll never forget them. Patrick went four houses up, to where my dad was sheltering, and walked him carefully along the road back to the Marvins’ place.
We were covered in cuts and bruises. Our muscles were sore. But we were okay. Rosemary, remarkably, didn’t have a scratch on her.
With a neighbor’s phone, I called 911 to report that a twenty-month-old child was missing. He has blond hair and blue eyes, I said.
The fire department ferried us to Ingram Elementary, which had become a reunification center for victims of the tragedy. Through the raindrop-covered windows of the fire truck, everything looked gray or black. I hadn’t realized the magnitude of the storm—that it killed more than a hundred people. Trees everywhere were flattened. Cars on the side of the road were barely recognizable, just twisted chunks of metal. There were massive trailers that had been tossed around, homes and sheds destroyed. When we passed by the dam in Ingram, water was flowing over it, something I’d never seen before. It sank in that this was not something that happened to just my family. I marveled at how anyone pulled into that river, anyone at all, could have survived.
A Hondo ambulance crew eventually picked us up from the elementary school and took us to a hospital in Fredericksburg. We would spend the day there. My sister, who was in and out of consciousness, was kept under observation, and Dad had a gash on his forehead stitched up. The staff treated a severe cut on Lance’s finger. Patrick and I stayed with Rosemary in the waiting area.
In Alissa’s waking, grief-stricken moments, we told her over and over that saving Clay was impossible, that she did all she could. That the flood was in control. In the days since, she has talked about feeling Clay in her arms, and then not having him in her arms, and how she understood in that moment that he was going to die. She said over and over while we were in the house waiting for the first responders, “He can’t swim. He’s a baby.”
The next day, Kerr County officials contacted Lance to let him know they’d found a deceased child that matched our description of Clay. My cousin Sam Parsley drove Lance, my aunt Lynne Parsley, and me to a makeshift morgue behind a Kerrville funeral home to confirm that it was the little boy we loved so much. It was.
According to an official we spoke to, Clay had been found along the Guadalupe near the Rio 10 Cinemas, on Bandera Highway, about a dozen miles from our property. Lance touched his little chest and wiped his blond hair and said, “That’s my boy.”
And then to Clay: “We’re so sorry. We love you. Your Mama loves you so much. She tried to save you.”
The Guadalupe from the edge of the property in 2021.Courtesy of Aaron Parsley
Dear Rosemary, in the emergency room you ate Cheez-Its and sipped water from a straw. I asked you about “boo-boos.” You looked at my arms and legs and said, “Tío, you have a lot. There’s one there, there’s one there, there’s one there . . .”
“Do you have any?” I asked.
You shook your head.
“What about that small spot on your leg?”
You said it was from falling off your bike weeks ago. You didn’t cry in the waiting room. You sat there wearing nothing but a man’s T-shirt that fit you like a dress as you waited patiently. I asked if you understood what had happened.
“The river house broke,” you told us. “We rushed in the river.”
That is what happened.
But I want you to know more about that Fourth of July weekend, when the Guadalupe rose and broke the river house and tore our family members away from one another. I want you to know what we lived through, how your mother saved your life. That your father and Patrick helped rescue you. I want you to know how heartbroken we all are that your baby brother was lost—but how amazed and relieved we were that you were saved.
I want you to know how much your family loves you and how much we love one another. This was so hard. But we are strong—and so are you.
Rosemary, I also want you to know that we had so much fun the day before the flood. We swam in the river until you wanted to jump from the rope swing. That came as no surprise, because ever since you took your first steps on your first birthday, you’ve been a fearless, observant, determined little girl. You’d been riding your bike—without training wheels—since Christmas. At the playground, you’d already climbed across jungle gyms and up ropes and rock walls, higher than your protective parents were sometimes comfortable with and well before I ever thought possible. At the swimming pool, you’d quickly learned to hold your breath and go underwater, and you’d raced across the diving board and cannonballed into the deep end while older, bigger kids watched with awe and envy.
With Patrick on the bank and your mom in the water, you pulled yourself up the rope and swung out over the river. At just the right moment, you let go and splashed down in your life jacket. We all cheered, and you wanted to do it again. You wanted your dad and your Pops to see you swing out on that rope. Your brother Clay wanted to do it too, but of course he was too small. His mom held him in his life jacket while he grabbed the rope. She lifted him up as if he were swinging and carefully dipped him in the water. He giggled every time.
Later that evening, when we’d all dried off and gone inside, Clay ran after you in his diaper while you, Patrick, and I played hide-and-seek. Clay laughed and you screamed when Patrick jumped out from behind a door. He followed you under the bed when I told you it would make a good hiding spot. And when you and Patrick sat down to read a book while your mom made dinner and your dad and Pops were outside investigating a broken water pump, Clay climbed up on the couch next to you and put his head on your shoulder. He looked up at you and smiled. He was, as always, so happy to be by your side.
Your Grandma Alex, who wasn’t at the cabin that day but soon came to comfort us, told me once that she and Pops decided to buy that river house because they wanted their grandkids to grow up spending time there together among the cypress trees, swimming, kayaking, swinging on that rope, and jumping into the great Guadalupe. I’m so glad you and Clay got to do that. And though he won’t be able to play with you again, I know that by the time you can read this, you’ll have had many more adventures and a lot of fun, thanks to your courageous Mama.
Country legend Dolly Parton has recently been exploring the realm of rock and roll with her upcoming album, Rockstar, predominantly featuring covers of popular rock songs.
The record, due to be released on November 17th, has been teased by Parton with various singles so far. Her latest offering is ‘Let It Be’, a classic track originally performed by The Beatles.
However, Parton has impressively enlisted the help of many musicians featured on the original recordings for the album. For her cover of ‘Let It Be’, she is joined by the surviving Beatles Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, alongside additional contributions from Mick Fleetwood and Peter Frampton.
Rockstar features over 40 guests, from Debbie Harry (‘Heart of Glass’) to Lynyrd Skynyrd (‘Freedbird’) and Elton John (‘Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me’). The record also contains nine original compositions.
This isn’t the first single Parton has released as part of the upcoming album. In July, she shared a cover of ‘We Are The Champions/We Will Rock You’ by Queen. “I am very honoured and privileged to have worked with some of the greatest iconic singers and musicians of all time, and to be able to sing all the iconic songs throughout the album was a joy beyond measure,” Parton said in a statement.
She added: “I hope everybody enjoys the album as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together!”
A star-studded lineup of rockers joined forces to honor Ozzy Osbourne during the 2024 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony.
The ceremony kicked off with the one and only Jack Black delivering what can only be described as one of the most epic homages of all time. Black recounted his first time coming across The Price of Darkness’s record, Blizzard of OZ before detailing Osbournes extensive rock/metal history.
But the highlight of the ceremony was a backing band of Rock and Metal legends coming out to perform Ozzy’s greatest hits from over the years. The line up included Red Hot Chili Peppers drummer Chad Smith, Metallica bassist Robert Trujillo, producer and multi-instrumentalist Andrew Watt and keyboardist Adam Wakeman,Tool frontman Maynard James Keenan, Wolfgang Van Halen, Ozzy’s longtime guitarist, Zakk Wylde, and country star Jelly Roll. Osbourne’s close friend Billy Idol got in on the fun during the third and final song of the set, “No More Tears.” Idol was joined by Steve Stevens, his longtime guitarist and collaborator.
Some good bastard uploaded the whole video to Youtube – check it out below!
Ozzy Osbourne was seen spending time with his family in a sweet final video shared just two days before his death aged 76.
The music legend died on Tuesday just weeks after he took to the stage for his final show with Black Sabbath, with his family confirming the sad news in a statement.
Ozzy’s daughter Kelly Osbourne, 40, shared the video with fans on her Instagram Story on July 20, just two days before the singer died.
In the clip, Ozzy was sat at a kitchen table using his tablet while spending time with his youngest daughter and her two-year-old son Sidney.
The trio were enjoying breakfast together while reading the newspapers, including the Daily Mail which was spread out on the table.
Kelly said: ‘Good morning’, before panning the camera to her father who was wearing a pair of headphones as she said, ‘Dadda, say good morning’.
Ozzy Osbourne was seen spending time with his family in a sweet final video shared just two days before his death aged 76The metal legend died on Tuesday just weeks after he took to the stage for his final show with Black Sabbath, with his family confirming the sad news in a statement; pictured at his final show earlier this month
Ozzy leaned forward and replied, ‘Good morning’.
Ozzy passed away on Tuesday, just weeks after he took to the stage for a final performance with his band in Villa Park, Birmingham.
The Osbourne family said in a statement: ‘It is with more sadness than mere words can convey that we have to report that our beloved Ozzy Osbourne has passed away this morning.
‘He was with his family and surrounded by love. We ask everyone to respect our family privacy at this time.’Sharon, Jack, Kelly, Aimee and Louis.’
Ozzy was born John Michael Osbourne in Birmingham in 1948 and dropped out of school at the age of 15.
After serving two months in prison for burglary, he decided to pursue his love of music and by 1970 Black Sabbath had gained a huge following in the US and UK with the release of their first album.
Ozzy quit the band in 1978 and divorced his first wife Thelma Mayfair, who he had two children with, four years later, amid his ongoing substance abuse problems.
He went on to marry second wife Sharon Osbourne, who helped him transform into a successful solo artist and the couple had three children together.
Ozzy’s daughter Kelly Osbourne , 40, shared the video with fans on her Instagram Story on July 20, just two days before the singer diedIn the clip, Ozzy was sat at a kitchen table using his tablet while spending time with his youngest daughter and her two-year-old son Sidney over breakfastKelly said: ‘Good morning’, before panning the camera to her father who was wearing a pair of headphones as she said, ‘Dadda, say good morning’, he replied ‘Good morning!’
Ozzy gained a whole new audience of fans with the family’s reality TV show The Osbournes in 2001.
He is survived by his wife Sharon and his five children, Jessica, Louis, Aimee, Kelly and Jack.
The Black Sabbath legend had been suffering from Parkinson’s disease since 2003 and had undergone seven surgeries in the past five years, including a fourth spinal surgery in September 2023.
His health battle began more than two decade ago, when in 2003, he broke his neck after falling off a quad bike leading to some extensive back surgery and metal rods being put down his spine.
The British musician was diagnosed with a mild form of Parkinson’s disease in 2003, however he only went public with the condition in 2020.
However, Ozzy previously said that his biggest struggles were due to a fall which he suffered in 2019 which caused metal rods in his back to dislodge.
The rods had been put there following a quad bike accident at his Buckinghamshire home in 2003.
He told Rolling Stone UK magazine: ‘The second surgery went drastically wrong and virtually left me crippled.
‘I thought I’d be up and running after the second and third, but with the last one they put a f*ing rod in my spine.
‘They found a tumour in one of the vertebrae, so they had to dig all that out too. It’s pretty rough, man, and my balance is all f*ed up.’
He is survived by his wife Sharon and his six children. He shares three kids – Aimee, 41, Kelly, 41, and Jack, 40, with Sharon ; pictured L-R Kelly, Ozzy, Sharon, Jack in 2015
The musician had undergone seven surgeries in the past five years, including a fourth spinal operation in 2023, and had been battling Parkinson’s disease since 2003
The illness led to him cancelling a string of tour dates while he recovered, including postponing the UK and European legs of his No More Tours 2.
Ahead of his final live performance in July 2025, which was a benefit concert in Birmingham, Ozzy gave an update on his health status and state of mind.
Speaking on SiriusXM’s Ozzy’s Boneyard, he said: ‘You know what, I go on about the way I can’t walk and I can’t do this, but you know what I was thinking over the holidays? For all of my complaining, I’m still alive.’
He continued: ‘I may be moaning about how I can’t walk as well but as I look down the road, there’s people that didn’t do half as much as me, and they didn’t make it.’
‘I’m trying to get back on my feet.’
Host Billy Morrison added: ‘Ozzy, you are so much better than you were just a year ago.’
He replied: ‘Yeah, but the recovery is very slow. That f***ing surgeon. Plus the Parkinson’s. When you get up in the morning, you just jump outta bed. Oh I have to balance myself, you know? But you know, I’m not dead, as you say. I’m still actively doing things.’
Also ahead of the gig, Ozzy’s wife Sharon revealed: ‘Ozzy’s working with his therapist every single day. He’s doing really well, actually. Ozzy’s number one thing in life is his fans, so he’s working hard to be ready for them, to make this show the perfect way to end things.’
Freddie Mercury’s Final Triumph: The Day He Refused to Let the Show End
By 1990, Freddie Mercury’s body was fading—but his spirit was still fire. The world didn’t know how sick he was, not yet. Only those closest to him could see it in the way he moved slower, spoke softer, and winced when no one was looking. But there was one thing he refused to let illness take from him: his voice.
That year, Queen was working on what would become one of their most iconic songs—The Show Must Go On. Written by Brian May, the lyrics were a direct reflection of Freddie’s struggle: the pain behind the makeup, the strength behind the spotlight, the fire that wouldn’t die.
But as powerful as the words were, Brian feared the melody might be too much. The song demanded soaring notes and intense emotion—hard for any singer, let alone one battling AIDS.
“I told Freddie, ‘These notes are brutal. I couldn’t even demo them in full voice,’” Brian later recalled. “‘You don’t have to push yourself—this is tough stuff, even for you.’”
Freddie didn’t blink. He poured himself a vodka, looked Brian dead in the eyes, and said, “I’ll f***ing do it, darling.”
With his body weakened and his energy scarce, Freddie walked into the recording booth. He wasn’t the larger-than-life rock god from Wembley. He was a man propped up against the mixing desk, digging deep into reserves of strength no one could see.
And then… he sang.
Not just well. Not just passably. He killed it.
Every word poured out with raw power and aching honesty. When he belted out “On with the show,” it wasn’t just a lyric—it was a declaration. A challenge. A promise.
Those in the studio were stunned into silence. They knew they had just witnessed something sacred. It wasn’t just a performance—it was a man pouring the last of his soul into a song that would outlive him.
Freddie didn’t just hit the notes. He tore through them. As if every phrase was a refusal to go quietly. As if he knew this might be the last great vocal he ever recorded—and he was going to make damn sure it mattered.
And it did.
The Show Must Go On became a defiant anthem, a reminder of courage, resilience, and artistry in the face of the inevitable. Even now, decades later, the final mix still stuns. You hear the pain, the passion, and the unstoppable will of a man who refused to surrender.
Because Freddie Mercury wasn’t just singing a song.
He was writing his own farewell… and making sure it roared.
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Bohemian Rhapsody is considered one of the toughest songs that people avoid to sing it on karaoke. Rolling Stone has called it a song whose importance “cannot be overstated,” leaving a lasting impact on music history.
While many artists shy away from tackling Freddie Mercury’s complex rock opera, Jennifer Nettles boldly accepted the challenge. Her performance was unforgettable and captivated everyone’s attention.
At the CMT Next Women of Country Tour, Jennifer Nettles and her band walked over the stage to do something amazing. The performance began with dramatic flair as the room went dark and a subtle countdown set the mood.
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When Nettles sang the iconic opening line, “Is this the real life…”, chills ran down viewers’ spines. The audience, filled with anticipation and excitement, knew they were about to see a country artist take on Queen’s legendary 1975 hit.
Nettles tackles the song head-on with her powerful vocals that fill the concert hall, leaving them in stunned silence.
Backed by her band, Nettles delivers a performance of epic proportions, seamlessly navigating the song’s demanding twists and turns. Each note she sings is filled with raw emotion, especially during poignant lines like “Did you think you could love me and leave me to die?”
Her passion and intensity captivate the audience, making the performance truly unforgettable.
The video of her performance was then uploaded on YouTube and got much attention. It has garnered 2.4M views and been showered by hundreds of positive comments such as “Brilliant song by a brilliant artist” and “Freddie would have absolutely loved this!”
The day we become a mother or father, our lives change in the most indescribable ways. We accept that we will spend the rest of our time on this earth caring for, cherishing, and worrying about the new life that we have given unto the world.
And yet, sadly, there are some things that no parent can prevent. Accidents and illness are as much a part of human life as joy and celebration are, and each year far too many children find themselves suffering from situations and ailments that are wholly out of their control.
Alina and Aaron Edwards’ world was changed the day they learned that their nine-year-old daughter, Emma, had been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. Though obviously heartbroken, they desperately clung to the hope that she could beat cancer, only to be dealt a devastating blow when doctors told them after a few months that there was nothing further they could do to save Emma’s life.
Emma’s distraught parents decided they would do all they could to fulfill their daughter’s wishes with the time they had left.
Now, it should go without saying that vast majority of children might want the chance to meet a celebrity hero in such circumstances, perhaps take a trip to Disneyland or accompany their favorite athlete as they walk out onto the field.
Emma’s wish, however, was something quite different. She asked to be able to marry her boyfriend, DJ, also just ten years old.
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Before long, Emma’s cause had attracted a lot of attention in her local community. The collection of volunteers and well-wishers adopted the name “Emma’s Army”, as well as the goal to make this little girl’s dreams come true before her time came.
Eventually, the Make-A-Wish Foundation stepped in to help Emma’s family raise funds. Emma’s mom Alina explained: “Most kids want to go to Disneyland, but Emma wanted to get married, be a wife, and have three kids.”
Indeed, as per reports, the “wedding” wasn’t the first time Emma and DJ had tried to marry one another. The two youngsters had tried to have a wedding in school when they were aged eight, and even selected their respective bridesmaids and groomsmen from among their classmates. Unfortunately for Emma and DJ, however, their teacher wouldn’t permit the wedding, irrespective of how unofficial it was.
Their second attempt at a wedding, though, had the consent of their parents and the backing of any number of kind-hearted individuals determined to see that Emma got to live out her special day.
“We threw it together in less than two days, everything ended up being donated. It was so precious, and it came together so well,” Alina revealed.
When the big event rolled around, it was captured on video, with interviews from some of the attendees, including the groom, DJ.
“I thought she was the most beautiful person I ever saw. Ever since I loved her,” DJ said.
Alina, meanwhile, was full of praise for her daughter’s sweet, young boyfriend. She wrote an emotional post on Facebook that read:
“DJ has been Emma’s “Boo bear” since 3rd grade, and let me tell you, seeing these babies together will melt your heart. DJ protects her and helps her, and makes her heart soar. She loves him. And I know he loves her too! He has stood beside her through all her ups and downs and kept her smiling the whole time. DJ will forever be family.”
Simon Cowell went from an unknown record company worker to one of the most influential people in show business. The British producer and TV star has created a huge empire for himself and has been the star judge on several talent shows.The talent shows brought Simon a different kind of audience, and his unique, often brutally honest approach has proven rather popular.
Maybe that’s one of the reasons why he’s made so much money, and we’re talking a lot of money. In fact, Simon Cowell’s been paid millions and millions of dollars over the years, with new reports highlighting just how much he made per season of American Idol
Simon Cowell got his own job in music after he dropped out of school. His father was able to hire him as an assistant at record label EMI, where his responsibilities were to find new talent and develop artists. As he moved up the ladder at EMI, he went on to start two music labels of his own, though these didn’t achieve any level of success. He moved back home to live with his parents; something that could’ve broken anyone. For Simon Cowell, though, it was a “relief”.
“Everything went – my house, my Porsche, all the things I thought were important,” he explained. “I had nice food every night at home. I was quite happy, really.”
Cowell started over and founded S Records Label, to which he signed boybands like 5ive and Westlife. He also signed artist Jerome, who recorded the Righteous Brothers’ hit Unchained Melody in 1995. It turned out to be a top-selling single. However, it was through talent shows that Simon himself would rise to fame.
“My talent is for creating things the public will like,” he explained. “I’m interested only in making money, for myself and the people I work for. I mean, that’s absolutely the only criterion I attach.”
In 2001, the world of entertainment would witness the birth of a new entity. Together with Spice Girls manager Simon Fuller, Simon Cowell created the program Pop Idol, on which he starred as a judge. The show became a smash hit among the viewers, and Simon became a mega-celebrity overnight.
Simon Cowell
His tight T-shirt and now classic catchphrase, “I don’t mean to be rude but,” became a trademark. Just one year later, Fox picked up the show. Now it was headed for the US, and Simon had all of a sudden become a celebrity across the Atlantic.
The first season finale – which Kelly Clarkson won – attracted more than 26 million viewers, and Simon quickly understood that there was a huge amount of money to be made here. He decided to release special American Idol-themed records, with Simon Fuller owning and being in charge of the show, as well as managing the winners.
Simon was transformed into a multi-millionaire in just a couple of years. The talent shows, including X Factor and America’s Got Talent, generated huge amounts of money for him, as well as other record companies, and in 2006, he landed a new deal.
Cowell remained a judge on American Idol for another five years – and this made him a great amount of money.
Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul, and Randy Jackson were the three judges when American Idol premiered. It started out as an interesting project, but it quickly grew to be one of the most popular shows on television, changing many people’s lives and giving the audience world-class artists.
Simon Cowell – net worth, salary on ‘The X Factor’
Two of the most notable winners over the years have been Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson and in the future, many more will surely come. Simon stayed on the show for a total of nine seasons. He also created The X Factor for both the US and UK and founded the production companies Syco TV, Syco Film, and Syco Music.
Cowell was the judge on both The X Factor in the US and UK. At the same time, he was also a judge, as well as executive producer, on America’s Got Talent and Britain’s Got Talent.
Even though he was a judge on many shows, one thing stayed the same. His raw, almost rude, attitude was always present. But at the same time, he had no problem with getting emotional when he heard something beautiful. At the same time as Simon’s been seen laughing at funny auditions, he’s also been able to laugh all the way to the bank.
According to CNN, Simon Cowell made a staggering $36 million dollars in 2008 alone. According to Celebritynetworth.com, the media mogul earned $45 million in 2017, and the year after $41 million. In 2020, Simon Cowell bagged more than $50 million.
In total, Simon Cowell has a net worth of $600 million. He donates a portion of his money every year to different organizations. During the COVID-19 pandemic, he donated $1.5 million to Feeding America and Feeding Britain.
Simon Cowell – botox
With all this money, you can do pretty much anything you want. To that end, Cowell’s bought himself a huge Malibu mansion just outside Los Angeles, California, and has focused quite a bit on altering his appearance.
For example, the media mogul has had several injections and Botox in his face over the past few years. According to Hello Magazine, he was actually one of the first male television stars to admit to having Botox. In 2018, Cowell told the Sun he had undergone a non-surgical “sewing bioplastic-infused thread” facelift.
“There’s lots of things you can do now. You don’t just have to stuff your face with filler and Botox,” Cowell said, as quoted by Hello. “It hurts like hell but it gets rid of sun damage and unplugs all the crap.” “For me now, it’s all about having clean skin. If you have clean skin, you look better. But you have to be very careful with some of this stuff.”
Cowell added that his using of Botox actually “added 10 years” to his television career, which has been majorly successful. However, he admits that he probably went a little bit too far.
“Hopefully, I look better now — I probably did have a little too much Botox a couple of years ago because everyone on TV has it,” he said. “Now I have facials, but nothing too extravagant at the moment. I have a girl who comes here and does a great face massage — it’s very relaxing. I also had a sheep placenta facial once, which was quite out there.”
In more recent times, though he’s still working hard with several of his businesses, Simon has become a family man as well.
In 2013, he and his girlfriend, Lauren Silverman, announced that they were expecting their first child. On Valentine’s Day of 2014, they welcomed their son, Eric
“Meeting Lauren and becoming a dad was the most fantastic thing to happen in my life,” Cowell, then 54 years old, said.
Simon Cowell – hospital visit
Cowell’s family is living their best life, but at the same time, Simon has had several problems with his health. In October 2017, he was rushed to the hospital after fainting and falling down the stairs. His representative described it as “a scary morning”, and it was later determined that the fall was due to low blood pressure.
Following the accident, he met with a doctor who told him he had to change his diet and not consume red meat, wheat, dairy, gluten or sugar.
“I’m thinking, what about alcohol? That’s all I care about,” Cowell recalled in an interview with Extra. “And he said, ‘Maybe not quite as much as you had before’.”
Simon Cowell’s undergone an incredible health journey over the last couple of years. And the result is nothing less than fantastic! In just 12 months, Simon lost 56 pounds. And the COVID-19 pandemic – and its accompanying lockdown – hasn’t given him any excuse to pile the weight on again.
“I think I have dropped, since I started this diet a year ago, 60 pounds. I’m doing a bit of cooking. I’m exercising,” he told Extra, according to Hello. “Funny enough, more during this time as well, sticking to the diet.”
In 2020, Simon was in another serious accident when he fell off his electric bike in the courtyard of his home in Malibu, California. He was taken to the hospital and underwent surgery to repair a broken back.
“I literally wouldn’t have been able to walk”
Cowell was “doing” fine following the six-hour surgery, which included the placement of a metal rod. Things really could’ve turned out way worse than they did. It forced him to miss the beginning of last season’s live show America’s Got Talent.
“Some good advice… If you buy an electric trail bike, read the manual before you ride it for the first time,” Cowell wrote on Twitter, thanking fans and friends for their “kind messages.”
Even though his message seemed calming for his fans, things weren’t really as positive as they might have been. Speaking with ExtraTV, Cowell explained that he was shocked once he saw the X-ray.
“I knew I’d broken my back the minute I landed. It was really, really kind of sudden and it hurt,” he said. “It could have been a lot worse. When I saw the X-ray, I really nearly could have smashed my spine to pieces, so I literally wouldn’t have been able to walk.”
Doctors told him that he should lie down and rest, and he knew that he wasn’t supposed to move. However, Cowell did the opposite. According to a People source, he was walking around just two days after his surgery.
“I was thinking, ‘I’ve got to get back into the house because I can’t lie there’, and made myself kind of get carried into my bedroom, which is right there at the beginning of the house, and I’m lying there and I’m kind of passing out … It was surreal,” he said.
Simon Cowell reveals his son Eric’s words after surgery
Simon Cowell was said to have been testing a new electric bike with son Eric. The hardest part for him was recovering from the accident at home, which he thought was embarrassing to do in front of his son.
“I was so embarrassed about coming home looking about 100 because I couldn’t walk, and I have these metal rods in my back and these screws,” Cowell explained. “
I said, ‘Lauren, I just don’t know how to explain it to Eric.’ She obviously said something to him because he came in, and I was lying in bed, and he said, ‘Daddy, you’re like Ironman,’ and I thought that was the sweetest thing, and it meant a lot.”
Recovering from the accident has taken some time. However, it also has shown us all that Cowell is very determined, doing all he can to get back to normal. And he’s done it in a very impressive way.
According to the Daily Mail, Simon has been walking over 40 miles each week to help with his recovery from his injury. He holds business meetings every morning, and walks for several hours each day. The music mogul sure is doing everything he can to get back to normal, and others are also impressed.
“He feels fitter than ever before and is keeping to a normal routine rather than being on the phone until into the early hours of the morning,” the source said.
Simon Cowell son
Through building his empire, Simon has earned himself a multimillion-dollar fortune. However, it turns out that the musician doesn’t want to share the money with his child. It’s essential to learn the importance of money, and if you have parents with a considerable fortune, things can be expected to be easier, right?
But over the years, we have seen celebrities declare that their children will not inherit a penny of their fortune. Simon Cowell is one of these – because he genuinely believes his children should create their own fortune.
“I’m going to leave my money to somebody. A charity, probably — kids and dogs. I don’t believe in passing on from one generation to another,” Simon told The Mirror and added:
“Your legacy has to be that hopefully you gave enough people an opportunity, so that they could do well, and you gave them your time, taught them what you know.”
Today, Simon Cowell has only one child – 10-year-old Eric. When Simon Cowell met Eric’s mother, Lauren Silverman, she was married to one of Cowell’s close friends, Andrew Silverman. In 2013, news broke that the couple were expecting their first child together. Lauren was still married to Andrew but by the end of the year, they divorced.
“It is not something I am proud of”
On Valentine’s Day, 2014, Eric was born, and while Cowell was overjoyed to become a father, he struggled with it initially. Simon, who never expected to be a father, wasn’t proud of his affair.
“It is not something I am proud of or wanted to happen in terms of hurting anyone. It just happened,” he said.
But today, he couldn’t be happier. In many ways, the father-son-duo is very alike. According to Simon, they appreciate the same things – Scooby Doo, Disney movies, and laughing at the dogs.
”He’s the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. I adore him,” America’s Got Talent judge said.
Eric is named after Cowell’s late father, Eric Selig Phillip Cowell, who died in 1999. Recently, Simon also praised his son for making him stop getting fillers and injections in his face. It went so far that Eric got scared by his father’s face.
“There was a stage where I might have gone a bit too far. I saw a picture of me from ‘before’ the other day, and didn’t recognise it as me first of all,” Simon told The Sun and continued: “Eric was in hysterics. Enough was enough. There is no filler in my face at all now. Zero.”
Simon Cowell has created himself a media empire. But also, he’s met the love of his life and had a wonderful son.He’s doing all he can to recover from his horrible injury, and hopefully, we’ll see him as a judge on television before too long.
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