Death: Glad to help.
Reminds me of “The Colour of Money,” where Death helps a man find a light for arson.
Man, I used to love lighting up … that was about 20 years ago, though. Went from three packs a day to zero (cold turkey) and haven’t had one since. That was back when I had an ash tray in my hospital room (elbow operation) so I could smoke in my hospital room/bed. The surgeon would come in with a cigarette going, too. Ancient days.(I couldn’t afford to smoke two cartons a week now anyway, at current prices.)
Or, put another way—
Cancer Cures Smoking
Quick death or a slow one, your choice.
That’s a keeper