Beatles devotees haven’t had it easy in the bereavement department. Two of the Fab Four died much too young, George Harrison of cancer, John Lennon after a crazed fan gunned him down. Now Lucy is dead. If Lennon’s song has long been understood as a hymn to LSD (Rocking horse people? Newspaper taxis?), it’s worth remembering that his cover story—that his young son Julian drew a picture of a classmate, Lucy, floating in a sky surrounded by diamonds—did have a grain of truth to it. Little Lucy Vodden has died in London, aged 46, after a long battle with lupus.