Senna clearly held an unshakeable confidence in his motor skills and no fear for his mortal soul. He exemplified the belief that when the stonemason chisels the dates of birth and death onto your headstone, the only part that matters is the little dash between them.*Warning, anoraky comment to follow*
I was amused to read the part about Ayrton being contractually prevented rom riding motorbikes... the 1986-87 edition of Autocourse has in its back pages a pic of him about to ride one on his way to (or from) his hotel room.
Maybe Ayrton was no great respecter of contracts when their terms didn't suit him, as Alex Hawkridge (Toleman team principal) would tell you.
I suspect my priest would prescribe a lesser penance for seeking out Morrison's grave than Wilde's. Wilde also was a drunk, but Morrison was neither a poof nor a paedophile....witness the number of people who go to visit the grave of Jim Morrison in Paris, the fat, drunk, screeching knob end that he was. I should like to point out that I went to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery to pay homage at the grave of Oscar Wilde and just happened to pass Morrison's grave, so there!