The Pa's That Refreshes

This is wild. I have always liked Keith Richards - the Stones' Ozzy Osbourne. He does things that he seems unaware of how outrageous they are. OMG. That's exactly what my eldest son has done for 32 years!

Smoking Dad's ashes reminds me of an oldish Aboriginal film - in black and white I think - very dark, anyway. It was of three sisters who returned to the house they grew up in to pack up and sell the place after the death of their mother. They didn't get along when they were children and the rich one of the three wanted to get out of the place as quickly as possible, it was so distasteful.

Mum's ashes were on the mantelpiece in the lounge room. The youngest sister was the home-body who was tidying the place and had the vacuum cleaner out. The other two got into a big fight and the vase got knocked off the mantelpiece. The girls kept at it, hitting and yelling and moving across the room and into the next room.

"You spilt Mum!" accusations were flying. When the two of them returned to the lounge room they gasped at their sister finishing the vacuuming.
"Where's Mum?"
"Whattaya mean where's Mum?" and looked at the mantelpiece's empty space.
"You've sucked up Mum!" And she instantly burst into tears and opened the vacuum cleaner and tried to separate Mum from the dust and other grot. Finally all three were laughing hysterically.

I really want to be cremated. Death can be such good fun if you're not stretched out in a box! And I wish that I had written the name of this film down somewhere. I need to watch it again.

...he did that?

Oh Gawd. Quick, call a therapist.

Would it have been wrong if he did snort up some of his father's ashes in a line of coke? I have heard of people who rolled up their loved ones ashes into some pot and smoked it. The last act of a loved one, being able to get high off of him/her. Almost poetic.

IMO when a person dies, what is done with their body is a personal thing to be left to the loved ones. They should do what means the most to them, it is not anybody else's business. If Keith Richards had thought he could find peace with his father's passing by snorting some of his ashes, good for him. My dad was a Wagnerian opera fanatic. When he died, I took his urn to Bayreuth, Germany to Wagner's fabled opera house when they were having the yearly Wagner opera festival. He had always wanted to visit there. There was a performance of "Lohengrin" and then I went in back of the opera house, which sits majestically on this hill, and spread a few of his ashes in a nearby garden. It was a nice peaceful area. I like to think he's still there listening to the music. It was just my own way of saying goodbye. My sisters got their shares of the ashes too and did whatever they wanted. One of them sprinkled ashes in a very beautiful upstate part of the Hudson River.

I think I'd rather be cremated too in the end. Otherwise the way things are going, if I was buried, I might just get dug up and moved somewhere in the future when some profit-monger buys the cemetery and wants to put up condos.