Jean Cocteau He died of a myocardial infarction at one o’clock in the afternoon on Friday, October 11, 1963 in his villa in Milly-la-Forêt, two hours after learning of the death of his friend, the singer and performer Édith Piaf.
The prince of poets went to the afterlife with the official version of the death, a veil to cover a bizarre operation in order to preserve appearances. The Paris Sparrow had died at his residence in Grasse, in the Alpes-Maritimes, at the age of 47. The cause was the excess of it, expressed in a final trace of aneurysm of the hepatic artery. His body was clandestinely moved to Paris to certify his death in the peace of his Parisian apartment on Boulevard Lannes, at seven in the morning on that fateful October 11, 60 years ago.
The goodbye of The Mummy, revered throughout the world, was announced at eleven o’clock that day. The myths and legends in the interval between this and Jean Cocteau’s death are endless, enough to write a novel with many voices and almost no truth. If we paid attention to the witnesses, who in essence are the service of the mansion, the phrases spoken by Pablo Picasso’s great friend would be, in themselves, poetry. Cook Juliette took a while to tell him that terrible omen for a man in fragile health. When Cocteau received the blow, he stated that this was his last day in this world. According to other sources, his reaction was even more lyrical. She said he could see how the ship was about to sink.
The next morning, The Parisian He titled that Piaf’s death had finished Cocteau. Since then the two navigated the anniversary together, as if they had not previously been united by strong artistic ties and friendship, deeper in the lastexcerpt of its stocks, when the director of The testament of Orpheus He lavished himself with beautiful words to encourage that battered creature.
Perhaps all that love had arisen from Cocteau’s fascination with certain exotic animals and with class differences. Grown in the rising bourgeoisie of the Third RepublicCocteau had always struggled to be well seen in the most avant-garde circles, suspicious of his meticulous aesthetics and clothing.