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“I wouldn’t mind dying in a plane crash. It’d be a good way to go. I don’t want to die in my sleep, or old age, or OD…I want to feel what it’s like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don’t want to miss it,” Jim Morrison.

No one could say what exactly took place in the fourth-floor apartment at 17 rue Beautrellis on the morning of July 3rd, 1971. There were only two witnesses to the death of Jim Morrison. There was Pamela Courson, Jim’s longtime girlfriend, and Jean De Breteuil, Pamela’s lover and drug dealer.

Jean De Breteuil claimed Jim had overdosed two days earlier in the bathroom of the chic Paris rock club Rock n’ Roll Circus. Jean said the owners of Circus didn’t want the bad press of a rock god dying on their toilet and they paid to have Jim’s body relocated to his apartment at rue Beautrellis.

Pamela Courson claimed she and Jim went to the movies the night before he died. They saw Pursued by director Raoul Walsk. Pamela loved the movie and Jim thought it was boring. It was a warm night and they decided to stroll back to their apartment along the rue Saint-Antoine. They stopped into a late night Chinese food restaurant and Jim dined on sweet and sour chicken, which he washed down with several beers.

They returned to the apartment at one o’clock in the morning, but Jim was restless. He hadn’t been feeling well lately and his persistent cough was getting worse. He had coughed up blood the night before.

Jim sat down and tried to write some, but he couldn’t sit still. He complained of pain in his chest and limbs and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He drank straight from the bottle and claimed that he was trying to numb the pain. Pamela had already pulled out the heroin she bought from Jean de Breteuil called Chinese Junk.

Pamela and Jim snorted the Chinese Junk with rolled-up money and Jim became more agitated. Pamela said that Jim took out the old Super-8 films from their trips to Spain, Morocco and Corsica and played his old Doors records. Jim kept repeating the song ‘The End’ as they snorted more Chinese Junk.

Around three o’clock in the morning, Jim’s neighbors claimed he was naked on the staircase outside his apartment screaming. An unidentified person pulled Jim back into the apartment and the screaming stopped.

According to Pamela, at three o’clock in the morning Jim was having a coughing fit. Pamela told him to go to bed. She did another line of Chinese Junk and passed out.

Pamela woke up an hour later and found Jim lying next to her. He was making strange gurgling noises. He was drowning in his own mucus. She shook him, but Jim wouldn’t wake up. She hit Jim hard, again and again and again…until he finally sat up and staggered into the bathroom. Pamela heard the water in the bathroom turn on and she passed out again.

An hour later she woke up to find that Jim had not come back to bed. She went to the bathroom, but the door was locked. She pounded on the door and yelled at the top of her lungs, but there was no response from inside.

At 6:30 am, Pamela called Jean De Breteuil. Jean arrived at the apartment on rue Beautrellis at 7am and he found Pamela in hysterics. Jean managed to calm Pamela down and she told him about Jim in the bathroom. Jean broke the glass on the bathroom door and unlocked the latch. Inside they found Jim Morrison in the bathtub, dead.

Pamela refused to believe he was dead. She jumped into the bathtub and repeatedly slapped Jim’s dead body. Jean managed to pull off Pamela and he told her to, “call your friends. Get them to help you. I will see you again before I leave. I’m sorry, darling. I love you. Goodbye.” Jean de Breteuil left the apartment and Pamela. He took the next flight to Morocco to avoid any questions about his drug connections.

At 8am the fire-rescue squad arrived at the apartment on rue Beautrellis. The squad pulled Jim’s body from the bathtub and decided on the spot that Jim Morrison had died of natural causes. There was never an official inquiry into his death.
According to the official record, Jim Morrison died at age twenty-seven of a common heart attack in his bathtub on July 3rd, 1971.

Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson
The Last Supper
Sweet and Sour Chicken

“Being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” – Princess Diana

It’s 1997 and Lady Di and Dodi Fayed are a hot item. He’s a wealthy heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune and she’s a former princess. They are stars of the press.

Dodi and Di are on vacation in Paris and Dodi tells friends he is going to ask Di to marry him. He makes a reservation for them at the trendy restaurant Benoit. When they arrive for their reservation, they find the entrance is blocked by a mass of paparazzi. Dodi and Di wave, giggle and smile to the cameras as they leave with the press at their heels.

They return to their hotel along with the paparazzi they collected at Benoit. Dodi and Di push and shove their way through the crowd of photographers and enter the hotel’s restaurant, Espadon at The Ritz. Their chauffeur parks the car and proceeds to enter the bar across the street.

Di and Dodi enter Espadon and all conversation in the room stops. All eyes are on Di and Dodi. As Di eats her asparagus and mushroom omelet appetizer followed by Dover sole with vegetables tempura, she continually nods and smiles to her fellow diners.

In the awkward silence of the meal, Dodi pulls a large diamond ring from his pocket. The silent room erupts in whispers and people stand at their tables for a better look. Di takes the ring and continues to nod and smile as Dodi waves away dessert and calls the chauffeur to bring around the car.

The paparazzi jump in their cars and follow Di and Dodi’s Mercedes as it leaves the Ritz. The traffic light ahead turns red and everyone comes to a stop. Dodi’s chauffeur rolls down his window and shouts over to the paparazzi, “you won’t catch us!” Di and Dodi laugh and wave as their car pulls forward. The chauffeur accelerates, running the red light and heading toward the tunnel ahead at 120 mph.

Stunned, the paparazzi sit at the red light and watch as Di and Dodi’s car swerves out of control and smashes head-on into a concrete support post.

Fifteen minutes later, a French physician stumbles upon the scene of the accident and is shocked to find that no one is helping the victims in the car, “I found Diana unconscious but moaning and gesturing in every direction. There was the whirr and click of paparazzi camera, like little guillotines, everywhere.”

The Last Supper

Asparagus and Mushroom Omelet Appetizer
Dover Sole with Vegetables Tempura

Princess Diana