[One had to find the funny side of life when you dealt in death.

Pulling his opened pack, he set it on the bar, pulling one out and lighting it before setting the lighter on the pack and placing it on the bar between them.]

Seems I got something useful as my little welcome to Weirdsville gift. If you're willing to share a drink, I can suffer a few cancer sticks. No time like the present to start up again, eh?