Alcohol took the lives of 2 of my uncles. One used to drink whiskey daily. Even in his 70s he would sometimes start at 6am. His life was taken at 94.
Another uncle, every time I saw him, would have stroh’s in his hand if it was after noon. He was robbed of his future at the age of 96.
My father was a lifelong daily cigar smoker—no doubt they killed him—when he just passed away last year—at 96!
It is amazing how resilient we homo sapiens can be...