Memorial Service

I attended a memorial service for my nephew yesterday and it was emotionally draining. Considering the fact that he was relatively young (53), the truth is that he was born into a situation in which he was at a disadvantage from the beginning. He, as his Dad, became an alcoholic, smoked, and died a horrible death from throat cancer (he choked to death on his own blood). Why people continue to smoke, even though they know the dangers, is a mystery to me. Maybe if they could see the photos taken of him after the cancer had really taken hold, it would make them think.