Keith Richards snorted his father's ashes
April 3rd 2007 22:30
In his desperate attempt to find a new high, Keith Richards admitted to snorting a line of his father's cremated ashes.
I wish I were making this up.
Unfortunately for his father, it's true.
Would I have a problem being snorted by my son? Hmmm, maybe not. In fact, maybe it'd be better to have an entire battalion of children, boys and girls, from many different mothers all around the world. When I die, they can come and snort me up, spreading my remains across the globe.
Then, the unholy ectoplasm from my ashes would take over their brains, like a feral fungus, and I'd twist them to my otherworldly will, forcing them to start revolutions in every country. When they finally rise to the top, I'll make them meet and combine into a huge, super-robot, with my complete essence as the soul.
It sounds crazy, but who would you rather have as a global dicatator, me or Keith Richards? The choice is obvious.
Have people snorted ashes before? Well, according to Urbanlegends at About.com, one reported case in Florida is false, and Snopes reports the same thing.
Thank you, Mr. Richards, for turning an urban legend into fact!
Update: A spokesperson for Keith Richards has now said that Richards was joking about snorting his father's ashes. While it comes as no surprise, I think we're all a little disappointed. And curious? No!
*this image is from the website of photographer Steve Pyke
I wish I were making this up.
Unfortunately for his father, it's true.
Would I have a problem being snorted by my son? Hmmm, maybe not. In fact, maybe it'd be better to have an entire battalion of children, boys and girls, from many different mothers all around the world. When I die, they can come and snort me up, spreading my remains across the globe.
Then, the unholy ectoplasm from my ashes would take over their brains, like a feral fungus, and I'd twist them to my otherworldly will, forcing them to start revolutions in every country. When they finally rise to the top, I'll make them meet and combine into a huge, super-robot, with my complete essence as the soul.
It sounds crazy, but who would you rather have as a global dicatator, me or Keith Richards? The choice is obvious.
Have people snorted ashes before? Well, according to Urbanlegends at About.com, one reported case in Florida is false, and Snopes reports the same thing.
Thank you, Mr. Richards, for turning an urban legend into fact!
Update: A spokesperson for Keith Richards has now said that Richards was joking about snorting his father's ashes. While it comes as no surprise, I think we're all a little disappointed. And curious? No!
*this image is from the website of photographer Steve Pyke
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Comment by David
The title alone had me hooked ...
Love 'Rawfish' ... (for reasons I can't mention on here ...
But the article itself? ... I enjoyed it as much as the title ...
Looking at my mother's flesh in a different way after reading this ... Not sure if I'll snort her or not ... (there's nothing like a smoothie made in a blender or juicer ...
I don't find anything unusual about what Keith did ... Love makes us do the strangest things ... the idea of consuming someone you love is just natrual to me ... (eat drink snort whatever ... it's just a natural consequence of love ...
David ...
Comment by Cibbuano
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Comment by DuskDevi
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Hmmm...I guess he just wanted to make Papa a Rolling Stone...(the Temptation was too great....)
Cibbuano....you would do that to your children? That's shocking.
Why can't they just smoke you?
David darlin'...you're sick.
Comment by Cibbuano
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Dusky, the Papa was a Rolling Stone joke was inspired..!
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Comment by David
Can you tell Dusk her analysis of me is spot on?
I'm one sick pup ...
David ...
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Comment by DuskDevi
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Thank you Cibbuano.
Could you please tell David that my diagnosis of his disturbed yet strangely erotic all-consuming (ha!) organic (double ha!) love, was always going to hit the wet spot.....
And Cibby, don't get lost in translation...