The stained-glass windows of St. Paul\u2019s Cathedral caught the pale morning light, casting muted colors over rows of black-clad mourners. Rock royalty, old bandmates, generations of fans \u2014 all sat in reverent silence, waiting for something. Not a solo. Not a sermon. Just\u2026 something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then, without warning, Josh Groban<\/strong> walked to the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There had been no mention of his name on the program. No whisper in the press. He moved quietly, solemnly, dressed in a simple black suit, no flair. His presence was unexpected \u2014 almost surreal \u2014 in a space so long dominated by thunderous guitars and gravel-voiced tributes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the moment he opened his mouth, all doubt fell away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou Raise Me Up.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n