Lisa Marie Presley was so devastated by the loss of her son, Benjamin Keough, that she kept his body in her home for two months after he passed away. She even invited a tattoo artist to see him so she could get matching tattoos.
This is just one of many surprising details in Lisa Marie’s new memoir, From Here to the Great Unknown, which was completed by her daughter, actress Riley Keough, after Lisa Marie passed away in January 2023.
Lisa Marie (left) next to her beloved son Ben, along with her third husband, Michael Lockwood, and a guest, at the London premiere of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” in November 2010.
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In her book, Lisa Marie shared that she had to fight to stay alive for her other children, Riley and her twin daughters Harper and Finley, who are now 16. She didn’t say goodbye to Benjamin right away because she was torn between burying him in Hawaii or at Graceland, the Memphis estate where Elvis, her father, is buried.
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Lisa Marie kept the room at 55 degrees to preserve Benjamin’s body and got so used to caring for him and having him there.
Riley and Lisa Marie decided to honor Benjamin by getting tattoos like his. Benjamin had his sister’s name on his collarbone and his mom’s name on his hand. Riley had her brother’s name tattooed on her collarbone, and a tattoo artist was called to Lisa Marie’s home to add Benjamin’s name to her hand. When the artist asked if they had photos of Benjamin’s tattoos to match the font and placement, Lisa Marie said, “No, but I can show you.”
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Riley writes: “Lisa Marie Presley had just asked this poor man to look at her dead son, who was right next to us in the guest house. I’ve had a very strange life, but this moment is one of the weirdest.”
Lisa Marie also knew it was strange. She said, “I think it would scare the heck out of anyone else to have their son there like that. But not me.”
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Soon after the tattoo day, Riley remembers that everyone felt like Benjamin wanted to be laid to rest.
Even Lisa Marie said she could feel him communicating with her, saying, “This is crazy, Mom, what are you doing? What the heck!”
The family held a funeral for Benjamin in Malibu, and New Age author Deepak Chopra led the ceremony. Riley said she had to keep her eyes closed the whole time because she was struggling to cope with everything.
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Benjamin was buried at Graceland, next to Elvis, and Lisa Marie would later be buried there too.
Riley writes a lot about her brother’s struggles with mental health and how he often went on drinking binges. She doesn’t believe he truly wanted to die.
After his death, she and her mom went through his phone, looking for answers.
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Riley writes, “We found a text he sent to my mom a couple of weeks before he died that said, ‘I think something’s wrong with me mentally. I think I have a mental health issue.’ It’s heartbreaking to me that he only realized he might need help just two weeks before he took his own life.”
My Husband Took This Photo of Me Just Before I Threw My Rings: I Learned a True Lesson in Life
This past Sunday, the day began with the promise of a beautiful morning on a boat cruise with my husband, Jack. We were basking in the sun, the gentle sway of the boat calming our spirits. Our conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories. It was one of those perfect mornings that seemed to bring us closer together, making me appreciate our life and love.
But suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Jack’s demeanor changed from light-hearted to serious. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and fear. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he began, his voice trembling. “I have to tell you something. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. I had an affair.”
The Heartbreaking Revelation
Those words hit me like a tidal wave. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a surge of emotions – disbelief, rage, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal. I am not a confrontational person by nature, so I didn’t scream or cry. Instead, I stood up, numb with shock, and removed my wedding and engagement rings. With a swift motion, I hurled them into the vast, unforgiving ocean.
Jack’s reaction was instant. His eyes widened in horror, and his mouth fell open. “What have you done?” he shouted, his voice cracking. “It was a joke, a prank! I wasn’t serious!”
But it was too late. The rings, symbols of our love and commitment, were gone, sinking into the depths of the sea. My anger flared. “Because of your cruel joke, I’ve thrown away your family engagement ring!” I screamed back, tears now streaming down my face.
The Aftermath of a Cruel Joke
Jack’s face turned as white as a sheet. He started to panic, his breathing becoming erratic. “Do you realize what you’ve done?” he screamed. “That ring was a family heirloom, passed down through generations! It was irreplaceable!”
His words cut through my anger like a knife. The gravity of my actions hit me, and I felt a wave of regret. But the damage was done. There was no retrieving the rings from the ocean. I had acted out of blind rage and hurt, and now we both had to face the consequences.
The boat ride back to shore was a silent, tense affair. Jack was devastated, and I was left grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Was it right to react the way I did? Did his prank justify my drastic action? These questions haunted me, and I knew that our relationship had been irrevocably altered.
Reflecting on Consequences
As we disembarked and made our way home, the silence between us was deafening. Jack’s shoulders were slumped, his face etched with pain and regret. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My mind was racing, replaying the events over and over.
That night, we sat down to talk. Jack apologized profusely, explaining that he never intended to hurt me. It was supposed to be a joke, a misguided attempt to lighten the mood. He admitted that it was a terrible mistake, one that he would regret for the rest of his life.
I listened, my heart heavy. I knew that forgiveness wouldn’t come easily. The trust between us had been shattered, and it would take time to rebuild. We both needed to reflect on our actions and understand the impact they had on our relationship.
Rebuilding Trust
In the weeks that followed, Jack and I sought counseling to help us navigate the fallout of that fateful day. It was a difficult journey, filled with painful conversations and soul-searching. But we were committed to healing and rebuilding our trust.
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