My mom summed it nup for us. During the depression, there were many things she needed and wanted.In her later years with a good pension,she developed alziemers.The drug she was on strictly prohibited any alcohol, and warned against smoking. On one of her cognizant days we talked and she told me" this is going to kill me, why should I die wanting something I can have'?My wife[second one] and I made a pact to quit smoking in the house, for almost a year we followed it.A wet Dec. morning, she put on her jacket, her scarf, and asked if I wanted to join her for a smoke.I finally told her this was silly, she was told she had 6 weeks to live,she had started hospice, and I told her I'd rather we spent our smoking time in doors.