This is the last day of the wake, his last smoke, his last promise to the man. He inhales deeply, savoring the acrid taste filling his mouth and throat. He exhales slowly, monitoring the smoke as it vanishes and converts to air. This last cigarette soothes him with its flavor of consolation.
He draws in the smoke and pictures it encasing his lungs, reluctant to leave. After his last puff, after pinching and flicking the butt, it's time for a last farewell.
His dad died a wretched death and the son saw this as a prophetic warning of his own demise. But this time would be different; a last pledge to his dad, not to be violated like a New Year's Resolution.
This time he has a guaranteed backup, sure not to miss. They called it 'Vaping'.