In November, three teenagers allegedly broke into a St. Peters, Missouri, home and robbed it of powerful prescription pain killers, cash, various Microsoft electronics, and a wooden box filled with the cremated remains of the homeowner's father, which the teens reportedly mistook for a wooden box filled with cocaine.

An Alabama man suspects that the burglars who broke into his house also tried to smoke his dead wife's ashes in a failed attempt to get high.

Somewhere, high in a palm tree, nestled amongst the coconuts, Keith Richards approves.

Some teens in Florida (natch) recently robbed a woman's home, taking, among other things, the ashes of her father and two Great Danes. Hungry for drugs, they snorted them. Upon realizing their mistake, they threw the ashes in a lake.

Per his wishes, the ashes of Portuguese journalist Carlos Castro—who was apparently murdered by his very disturbed 20-year-old model lover—were scattered in a Times Square subway grate. In true New York fashion, it was probably illegal.