My wonderful, handsome hunk of a brother died of lung cancer at 47. They allowed him to smoke in the hospital, and at one point he asked me to light one for him. He then said," Oh Mick, I should not have asked you to do that, you'll start again." I looked at this mournful, bag of bones and said, "Nothing will ever make me smoke again." Gave him the lit cig. Two days later he died. What a waste. Never got to see his son marry or his grandchildren. All lost for the love of nicotine.