I took the FB cover at the top and reproportioned it to use as your profile pic through tomorrow to honor Ozzy for the funeral. Just press and save it to use. Love you all.

I took the FB cover at the top and reproportioned it to use as your profile pic through tomorrow to honor Ozzy for the funeral. Just press and save it to use. Love you all.

“A Final Salute to the Prince of Darkness 

Today, with a heavy heart and deep love, I took the Facebook cover at the top of this page and reshaped it — not just as an image, but as a symbol. I’ve made it into a profile picture, a tribute, a moment frozen in pixels to honor one man who changed the world of music forever: Ozzy Osbourne. I’ll be using it through tomorrow in honor of the funeral. Feel free to press and save it if you’d like to join me. No pressure, just love. Just remembrance. Just respect.

For so many of us, Ozzy wasn’t just a rock star. He was a force. A voice. A rebel who screamed when the world whispered. He gave a voice to the broken, the misunderstood, the outcasts. His lyrics weren’t just songs — they were lifelines. They were prayers for the lost, howls in the night for those searching for meaning in chaos.

Whether you grew up blasting Crazy Train, cried to Changes, or lost yourself in the darkness of No More Tears, Ozzy was there. His music followed us through breakups, growing pains, victories, funerals, and everything in between. He was the soundtrack of survival.

Today, as the world says goodbye to him in the only way fitting — loud, heartfelt, and united — I wanted to do something small, yet meaningful. So I changed my profile picture. It may seem simple, but it’s a digital candle in the window. A beacon for others to know: he mattered here. He mattered to me. And he always will.

I think about Sharon, Kelly, Jack, and the rest of the family, carrying a weight no fan can fully grasp. I hope they feel the love pouring in from around the world. From concert halls to quiet bedrooms, from tattooed metalheads to curious teenagers just discovering Sabbath — the world is grieving together.

It doesn’t feel real, does it? Ozzy was one of those immortals. We always thought he’d live forever — a bat-biting, stage-stomping, eyeliner-wearing vampire of rock ‘n’ roll who could never die. But even legends have their last encore.

The beautiful thing is: Ozzy’s music will never go silent. His spirit will live on in every scream at a festival, every solo that makes your spine tingle, every fan raising their hands in the air, eyes closed, mouthing the words as if they were written just for them.

He gave us that magic. And today, we give it back.

So for the next 24 hours — maybe longer, maybe always — this profile picture isn’t just a picture. It’s a tribute. It’s my way of saying: Thank you, Ozzy. For the music. For the madness. For reminding us that even in the darkest times, there’s still a melody worth screaming.

If you feel the same, feel free to use the image too. No obligation, no rules. Just unity. Just a chorus of silent screams across Facebook, all rising into the heavens where a Prince of Darkness now walks in the light.

Rest easy, Ozzy. The world feels colder without you — but the fire you lit in our hearts will never go out.

Let me know if you’d like to tweak it or personalize it further.