It has been said a lot: Karim Ouellet was the embodiment of kindness, refinement, class, crazy talent. So many qualities which inhabit forever the works which raised him to the rank of public figure and which will survive him. His death sent shock waves through the heart of winter. The circumstances of his death create a second one in the middle of the summer. And the vultures wallow: “Where was his family? “Where were all those who today claim to have been his friend” during the long months when his body lay alone? So many questions launched in the public space without the slightest nuance or restraint. It’s so tempting to draw conclusions from a story. We do this year round. […] Because we like when it hits. We run on the headlines, we project our fantasies and all those shadows that we keep pushing back.
It gives what it gives. A splash that is not beautiful to see for anyone. Shocking for some, reassuring for others. But that generally concerns everyone except the person concerned. Because, basically, what do we really know about the man who was Karim Ouellet? What do we know of the ties he had—or no longer had—with his family? What do we know of his inner conflicts, apart from those he magnified in his songs? What do we know about how his family, friends, loved ones felt? Nothing. We knew – and will never know – absolutely nothing.
The double death of Karim Ouellet is first and foremost the double death of an icon. And for one who dies twice, how many—for life—extinguish in silence and indifference. Rest in peace, Mr. Ouellet. And respect to you, parents and friends, who will always regret it.
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