Not as bad as Keith Richards, he snorted his Dad's ashes...true
"The truth of the matter 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 on to 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."
