OK, I went to the dentist today for my regular cleaning. Since I'm a former tobacco user, I always have the Invisilite procedure done (it detects microscopic lesions that could turn into cancer).
Anyway, the dentist told me about a tobacco chewer/smoker who came into his office last month with a white spot on his tongue the size of a dime...turned out to be tongue cancer...and had already spread to the lymph nodes...prognosis: he has 18-24 months to live, IF he decides to go through the ABSOLUTE HELL of surgery, followed by chemo, followed by radiation.
So the final 18-24 months of his life will be spent with no tongue (from surgery), no tasting his food or drink (from radiation killing his taste buds), and constant nausia (from chemo).
But hell, he exercised his right to chew/smoke, and so he will go down as a hero for being his own person, right?
Wrong. He'll be remembered as a fucking selfish weakling who gave his life to tobacco over his family who loved and needed him.
His wife will get over it in a few months, when she finds a nice non-smoking man to fuck. She won't know what to think about the ecstasy of having male-induced orgasms without having to smell the sick stink of a smoker's body on top of her.
She'll forget all about her husband after that.