Yeah, I can see how that'd be seriously frustrating. My one grandfather died at 60...ish (it was before I was born), but he smoked and drank himself to death, and by the time he finally quit both it was too late. He had the cancer and the emphazima and probably the sorosis of the liver. You feel bad because it's someone you love, but at the same time, they pretty much got themselves into the position they're in.
I'm using my new icon cause it's pretty...and strangely fitting *g*
*hugs you*