"Cigarrettes will kill you," Milton said as he grabbed his jacket to leave.
"Fuck off, asshole," she replied.
After the door had closed, she sucked in deeply the sweet nicotine. The phone rang and suddenly she bagan to choke. With the cigarrette lodged in her throat, she stumbled over to the phone.
"Help me," she weezed, inaudibly.
"What the...?" the other person on the end of the line said and hung up.
Hours passed, Milton returned, called the ambulance.
"Cause of death?"
"Asphyxiation."