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[phosfate]

My dumbass cousin, let's call him Dudley, was smoking in bed yesterday. He fell asleep, set fire to his parents' house, sent his mom (my not terribly beloved Aunt Petunia) to the burn ward in critical condition, and died. Uncle Vernon (who escaped to the front lawn) is down to one lung, and is not supposed to be near smoke, but they smoke in his house anyway. They had a smoke detector, but the batteries had been removed, doubtless because the noise of it going off whenever somebody lit up disturbed Petunia's tender ears.

If there's a moral here other than "don't be a fucking moron," I'm damned if I can find it.

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[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I understand that she finally quit (after years as a chain smoker - and a nurse, mind you) a while ago, but Dudley and his sister still puffed away. Fortunately Petunia is expected to live (her injuries were all smoke- and heat-inhalation), though she won't enjoy it much for a while. "Dumbass?" Well, to quote MST3K, he died as he lived.