The Untimely Death Of Brad

Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word,
it may be abominable, but, yes it must be heard.
Nauseating at first, you can expect the worst,
so listen closely, as the plot unfolds...

I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie,
there was a boy named Brad,
he played trumpet, and he died.
Too young for him to cease,
Why? We haven't got a clue,
It's on the internet, so then it must be true.

The untimely death of Brad,
how sad it must have been.
If you see him anywhere,
remember to console him.

I curse the day, I ever met the boy,
Only the good die young, they say.
The details of his death are vague
unbelievable it seems,
as if his passing was only a dream.
Catastrophe, calamity,
what will we tell his mother now?
Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap,
I just heard that their band is breaking up.
I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears,
it sometimes seems he's standing very near.
I don't believe in ghosts,
I've never seen one,
but isn't the trumpet playing haunting on this album?

day that lives in infamy,
in horror we behold, his passing,
his memory, but the truth must be told.