I hope you have kids and that they start smoking in their angst-ridden rebellious phase and become lifelong smokers because of it.
Not only that, but I also hope every time you get to see your kids, you smell smoke on their clothes and when you do, may it remind you of this time on lemmy when you said all smokers should find a faster way to kill themselves.
Actually, let me update those wishes a bit: Not only do I hope your kids become smokers, but now I hope one of them gets a fulfilling, high-paying job as a tobacco company executive.
And after that? May your house be struck by lightning and burn to the ground, and the only thing that saves you from living under a bridge is the fact that your wealthy tobacco company executive offspring can afford to just buy you a new house with his hard-earned tobacco blood money, so that way every day you live your life knowing that your existence is subsidized entirely by smokers.