In 2010, he amended that story a bit in his autobiography, Life…
“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.”
So what does Keith Richards, now 71, want his daughters Theodora and Alexandra to do with his ashes when he dies? Snort them, naturally.
“I’ll give them a straw,” says Richards.
And they’ll probably get the biggest high they’ve ever had in their lives.