Smoking is supposed to kill millions of people, and smoking bans are supposed to save millions of lives. But the millions of dead are all imaginary. They’re just projections. None of the them have names or faces.
But if smoking bans are supposed to save millions of lives, they certainly kill quite a few smokers too. And these are real people who have died. Real people with real names and faces.
And one real dead man or woman is more important than 100 million imaginary dead people.
In this blog, I want to record the names a few of those dead, as and when I find them. And bring them together in one place. That’s what a graveyard is. It’s a place where the dead are gathered together so that the living may remember them.