If it isn't too morbid to think that cemeteries can accumulate any sort of "fame," then perhaps buying your future grave plot in one of them is.
France may have Pere Lachaise, which is home to the likes of Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison and myriad others, but New York City plays home to Woodlawn Cemetery, the furthest stop on the subway and a small plot at the city's northern edge.
Woodlawn has some greats, too, and a nice little hangout called "Jazz Corner" where all the greats are catching some sleep for, well, ever.
But is this a grand marketing ploy for the to-be-deceased? Maybe, but who wouldn't want to sleep next to Miles Davis? Or Duke Ellington and Celia Cruz? (Speaking of, Davis has his own gravestone with the honorific "Sir" etching, given to him by the Knights of Malta, which is quite an attraction in and of itself.)