ETERNAL MELODY: At Brett James’s funeral, the chapel was cloaked in a silence so profound it felt as if time itself had paused. Friends, family, and devoted fans sat motionless in the pews, their grief palpable, their hearts bound by loss. Then Willie Nelson rose, and the atmosphere shifted. All eyes followed him as he walked with slow, deliberate steps toward the front, his worn guitar “Trigger” resting against his side, his braids brushing gently over his shoulders. He stopped beside Brett’s c