The London sky was suddenly lit up by a fierce fire tonight. A small private jet, which had just taken off from Heathrow Airport, suddenly lost control and crashed straight into a field near the suburbs. The explosion shook the whole area, a giant column of smoke rose hundreds of meters high. And the name confirmed by the police in the cabin shocked the world: Elton John – the global music legend – died on the spot.
The scene was like an apocalyptic scene. Burni
ng debris was scattered on the ground, the red-orange light reflected on the bewildered faces of hundreds of people standing along the runway. A witness still trembling recounted: “I saw the plane tilt abnormally, then a deafening explosion. The sky lit up like fireworks, but they were fireworks of grief.” Paparazzi, who had been waiting outside the airport to take pictures, became the first to record the tragedy. Flashes flashed crazily, mixed with the cries of fans when Elton John’s name was confirmed.
Rescuers rushed in in desperation. Fire trucks sprayed water hoses into the red-hot wreckage, while paramedics tried to reach the mangled fuselage. But the heat was so intense that they could not get inside. A police officer choked up and said: “There was no chance of pulling him out. He left us right here.”
The moment of rescue was reduced to a formality: Elton John’s body was pulled from the wreckage, covered in white cloth, the red and blue lights from the ambulance swept across the cold night. Fans outside the blockade burst into tears, many fainted, forcing the police to set up additional security barriers. The bad news quickly spread around the world.
At St. Mary’s Hospital, where his body was transferred, the ICU was lit all night. Doctors tried to revive him in vain, the monitor constantly flashed red. After 30 minutes of unsuccessful efforts, the official death announcement was made. The entire medical team stood still, many burst into tears because they could not believe that the music legend had passed away in such a cruel way.
The world was shocked. The hashtag #PrayForElton turned into #GoodbyeElton in just a few minutes. Colleagues shared their farewells: Paul McCartney wrote: “The music world has lost a genius.” Lady Gaga sobbed: “Elton was the one who supported me, now my heart is broken.” Even the British Prime Minister had to speak: “We have lost a national icon, an immortal voice.”
In London, thousands of fans poured into the Royal Theatre – where Elton had performed many times. A sea of white candles stretched out, his portrait placed solemnly in the middle of a wreath. Everyone sang “Candle in the Wind” together in tears, the candlelight trembling and blending with the flashes of hundreds of cameras.
But the tragedy was not over: as thousands of people jostled to light candles, a temporary bridge over the entrance suddenly collapsed, injuring dozens of fans. Ambulance sirens blared again, turning the memorial scene into chaos. This double incident deepened the grief of Britain.
Elton John – who once lit up the stage with his legendary voice and piano – has now become a star in the sky. The whole world mourned, and the day of his farewell was declared a “cultural national funeral.” The sea of people, the flags at half-mast, the tragic singing and the eternal promise: “Elton will live forever in every note, in the hearts of millions of fans.”
