Perhaps it has something to do with facing our own mortality, or maybe it's just a mark of respect, but whatever the reason, there is always a moment of quiet contemplation when visiting the grave site of a beloved rock star. You might feel compelled to say a few words, take a photograph, or leave a gift, but there's always that moment of quiet. The world shuts off, and you're just left with your thoughts. In death, much as with their music, they seem to offer some respite.
At Lemmy's grave, at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles, I drank a silent toast – Jack Daniel's obviously – because it felt right. Some choose to leave bottles of the stuff for him, or packs of Marlboro cigarettes, while others leave playing cards – jokers and aces. He's pretty close to Ronnie James Dio, which is fitting, since they were great friends, although Lem's plaque (Born To Lose – Lived To Win) is rather more understated than Dio's (The Man On The Silver Mountain). Either way, you can visit both, if you're so inclined, and I'm not alone in doing so.
Indeed, Jim Morrison's grave, at Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, gets an estimated 1.5 million visitors per year. By any measure, that's a lot of people who somehow feel the need to make the pilgrimage, and on the 20th anniversary of his death 1,000 fans rioted after police closed the cemetery early. So much for quiet contemplation. Worse still, the ashes of Lynyrd Skynyrd singer Ronnie Van Zant were dug up by vandals in 2000, forcing his family to relocate the his body and hire security guards. And in 2010 items that decorated the grave of Slipknot bassist Paul Gray were stolen, and the band put out an appeal for their return. So much for respect.
But, idiots notwithstanding, most fans are well-mannered and respectful, and I would urge you to be the same. To you these people are an inspiration, to others they are family and friends. I visited Paul's grave with Corey Taylor some years ago, incidentally, and Corey sat and talked to him, told him what was going on with the band, a moment I feel privileged to have shared. Again, people had left him gifts, cigarettes and coffee – I guess he liked Starbucks – while others had left letters or poems. Clearly, he touched a lot of lives and has not been forgotten.