In a recent episode of the Dumb Blonde podcast—which, fun fact, is hosted by Bunnie XO, aka Alisa DeFord, aka Jelly Roll’s wife—Sharon Osbourne dropped some truth bombs about life, death, and how to go out like a rock star. Spoiler alert: it involves a lot of “Jesus, it’s hard” and zero filter.
When asked how she’s coping after Ozzy’s death (because apparently, the world needed to know), Sharon responded with the kind of brutal honesty that makes you wonder if she’s been chugging espresso shots laced with sarcasm. “I’m getting there. I’m getting there. It’s hard. Jesus, it’s hard, but I’m getting there.” Translation: Sharon is out here grieving like a boss, working through it, and probably muttering expletives under her breath.
But the real tea came when Sharon revealed that Ozzy knew he was dying two weeks before his final show, Back To The Beginning. And instead of curling up in a ball and binge-watching The Crown, he said, “I’m doing my show.” Because why not? As Sharon put it, “Whether I die in two weeks or I die in six months, I’m still dying. And I wanna go my way.” Honestly, same.
Sharon also shared that Ozzy had sepsis earlier in the year, which is basically the universe’s way of saying, “Hey, you might wanna start writing your will.” But Ozzy was like, “Nah, I’m good. I’m gonna perform for my fans and die like a king.” And that’s exactly what he did. He went out like a rock star, and Sharon couldn’t be prouder. “He went like a king,” she said. “He loved people. He loved his audience. He loved ’em so much. And even if you didn’t like his music, you couldn’t dislike him.” Translation: Ozzy was a legend, and even his haters had to respect him.
But let’s talk about that final conversation. Sharon revealed that Ozzy’s last words to her were, “Kiss me. Hug me tight.” And then he went downstairs, worked out for 20 minutes, and had a heart attack. Because of course he did. Ozzy Osbourne didn’t just die—he died doing what he loved, which was probably bench-pressing a bat or something equally metal.
Sharon also mentioned that King Charles III sent a handwritten note to the family, which is honestly the most British thing ever. “Our King, now we’re talking,” Sharon said. “He is an amazing person, not just because he wrote to us when Ozzy passed, but if he did it for us, you know he does it for many, many, many people.” Translation: King Charles is a solid dude, and he probably has a Spotify playlist full of Sabbath tunes.
In the end, Ozzy’s death certificate revealed he died of a heart attack, with a side of coronary artery disease and Parkinson’s disease. But let’s be real—he died doing what he loved, surrounded by his family, and with a legacy that will live on forever. And Sharon? She’s out here keeping it real, one curse word at a time. Because that’s just how the Osbournes roll. 🤘
TL;DR: Ozzy Osbourne went out like a rock star, Sharon Osbourne is grieving like a boss, and King Charles is probably blasting “Iron Man” in his castle. The end.
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