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Bert had died in 2002, but his memory was revived a few weeks before Doris died in a big press story generated by a journalist reporting that I'd claimed to have snorted some of my father's ashes along with a line of bump. Old pro that I am, I said it was taken out of context. No denying, no admitting. "The truth of the matter"--read my memo to Jane Rose when the story threatened to get out of hand--"is that after having Dad's ashes in a black box for six years, because I really couldn't bring myself to scatter him to the winds, I finally planted a sturdy English oak to spread him around.
And as I took the lid off of the box, a fine spray of his ashes blew out onto the table. I couldn't just brush him off, so I wiped my finger over it and snorted the residue. Ashes to ashes, father to son. He is now growing oak trees and would love me for it."
- Keith Richards on allegedly snorting his father’s ashes
The Atomics #11 (2000)
Art by: Mike Allred and Laura Allred
Keith’s dad, Bert, watching Charlie practice (1981)