The chapel felt like the heart of America itself — hushed, aching, sacred. Dolly Parton stood at the center, her voice trembling yet radiant, a golden thread stitching broken hearts together. Beside her, Willie Nelson’s guitar wept softly, George Strait’s steady baritone carried strength, Alan Jackson’s hymn sounded like a prayer, and Reba McEntire’s voice rose like a dawn of hope. This was no concert, no stage for applause — it was a holy moment. Five legends stood shoulder to shoulder, sending Charlie Kirk home not with sorrow, but with glory, their harmonies wrapping the nation in grief and grace.