Life is a risk, of course, but there are those who insist on tempting fate. I've known heavy smokers that seemingly are not adversely effected by the smoking. Our next door neighbor is a perfect example. He was a captain in the Army during WWII, so you can guess how old he is, and smokes like a chimney. However, it is much like jumping out of an airplane. Many do it repeatedly with no problems, but, occasionally, the chute doesn't open, and, well, I've often wondered what those people's last thoughts are on the way down. Perhaps something along the lines of "gee, I wish I hadn't jumped from that perfectly good airplane!" Seriously, though. My Dad was a heavy smoker who died from a heart attack at 56. One of my wife's brothers died a few years ago from lung cancer at the age of 59. A lifelong smoker, he retired from a federal job with a good pension at 57, with dreams of spending his retirement fishing and going to NASCAR races. Instead, he died two years later, with the final year of his life being a living hell with chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I doubt seriously that having an occasional cigar, or even a couple of cigarettes a day is likely to do enough harm to shorten one's life, but honestly, with all the information out there today about the harmful effects of tobacco, smokeless or otherwise, I, for the life of me, just can't understand why anyone would start smoking or chewing.