Jim Morrison died in Paris in July 1971, aged 27, and was buried in the cheapest plot available at Père Lachaise cemetery: an undecorated patch of dirt, squeezed between taller stones, barely accessible to a respectful mourner.

That modesty didn't last. Fans arrived in droves to smoke, scrawl graffiti on neighbouring tombs and, apparently, do rather more than that. The bust placed by an admirer and the graffiti covering nearby stones were both removed thirty years ago. Hidden cameras and night patrols now keep watch.

Morrison's neighbours tell their own stories. Molière, Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and Marcel Proust are all here, in a cemetery that had to import famous corpses in 1817 just to attract customers.

VoiceMap's self-guided audio tours use Morrison's tomb as one stop on a larger journey through Père Lachaise, tracing the lives and unlikely afterlives of the cemetery's most compelling residents.