As a current man with Cancer, all major organs, spine, right breast . Who was told June 2, 2013, "you have 3 weeks" . Who 17 days later , at 4am walked naked, only the bedroom slippers , because a nurse would not bring my clothes, and I ain't a theif, I left the gown, out of the hospital with nurses, Dr.s and security behind me. I called the best son, that is my son, and he came and saved me. I understand the comparison, and am fine with it. SO THEREFORE THIS PART OF THE CONVERSATION IS OVER, UNLESS SOMEONE HAS MORE KNOWLEDGE OR RIGHT TO SPEAK ABOUT IT. I have lost 4 childhood who became adult friends to Cocaine. I am talking about seeing them everyweek for 54 years. Now I will not disrespect them with your B/S here comparing the 2 causes of death. They all tried rehab, they all were weathy and had the money to stop, they could not. I held my college room mates hand, the 3rd in above list, as he snorted the deepest yellow rock ever made, and passed away. I broke the chain off the first one above, where he had "chained' himself like an animal to a tree, and pulled the trigger on a glock 10mm. Non of them are here now, as I Piss and Shit in bags, they don't run metal spoons in my ass to pull out the shit and dried and wet blood clots, they don't help me push my bowels back into my body from anal prolaspe. And I fuckin hate them for dying before me, because I loved them all. I will not reply to this post. Because facts don't need reply. I will say hopefully this does not have to happen for everyone to embrace, whatever or however they love. yes spelling and grammer is bad. all I can do to type..