“…Gotta Have Just
One Last Cigarette”

“Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death.
Tell Saint Peter at the Pearly Gate,
That you hate to make him wait.
But you gotta have just one last cigarette.”

— Lyrics from a song by Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen

I can’t imagine the utterly tortuous life led by those unfortunate souls addicted to nicotine. It has got to be a living Hell.

• You find yourself repeatedly ostracized by friends, family and co-workers.
• You spend a fortune every year feeding a habit whose only possible benefit is a slow, gruesome and hideously painful death from lung cancer.
• There is also the nagging guilt in knowing that, thanks to second-hand smoke, the cancer may claim your nonsmoking loved ones before it takes you.

It should go without saying that smoking is utterly incompatible with diving. After all, avoiding decompression sickness depends on the free exchange of gas in your lungs between the alveoli and the surrounding capillaries. That’s kind of difficult when you have a layer of tar coating the surface of your lungs.

Over the past 30 years, I’ve seen some pretty incredible examples of smokers who attempt to combine their addiction with diving. They are funny to watch — in a morbid sort of way. I thought I’d share a few of these with you.

You’ll want this guy teaching your loved ones (yeah, right…) »

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