I hope they do a scene of the infamous Saturday Night In Sodom party at The Fairmont in New Orleans.
As they enter the hotel, guests are greeted by a troupe of hermaphrodite dwarves serving cocaine from trays strapped to their heads; the coke has been specially imported from Bolivia and quality-checked by Mercury.
Fortified by lines of marching powder as long and as thick as your grandmothers arm, the guests are free to choose from a menu of exotic diversions. The hotel ballrooms, made up to resemble labyrinthine jungle swamps, are swarming with magicians, Zulu tribesmen, contortionists, fire-eaters, drag queens and transsexual strippers. Drinks are served by naked waiters and waitresses who politely request that any tips are placed not on trays but in bodily crevices. Naked dancers cavort in bamboo cages suspended from ballroom ceilings. Nude models of both sexes wrestle in huge baths of shimmering, uncooked liver, while 300lb Samoan women lounge on banquet tables, smoking cigarettes from various orifices. As a bonus, visitors to the hotels grand marble bathrooms are serviced by prostitutes of both sexes.
How much of what went on at the party is true is much disputed but everyone that was there agrees there was some biblical debauchery going on that night. Freddie Mercury was famously shy but he partied like a mad man. Even Elton John at his Cocaine fueled peak said he couldn't hang with Mercury.