Rolling Stone guitarist and gilded member of the living dead Keith Richards has revealed to the world that, sometime after his father's death in 2002, he did what all dutiful sons aspire to do with the remains of their paternal units - he snorted him up his nose:
"He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared," [Richards] said. "... It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
Honestly, wouldn't you have been just the tiniest bit disappointed if Keith hadn't cut a stash of Colombian gold with a smidge of his dearly departed da? The only question left, really, is who will sniff up Mr. Richards with his pact with the devil expires and his desiccated corpse loses its re-animation spell - which we hope happens during a Stones gig. Not because we wish him any ill will, ’cause he's really a cool bloke. But just because the video of such an event will be killer, and may actually cause Mick Jagger to stand still for a minute.
UPDATE: Ah, fudge - it turns out the whole daddy-snorting thing was just a joke. Why did Richards have to blow a great story with the truth?
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