Personally, I saw that as very sad.
I guess it just bothers me that most of the people I know, never really knew my mother. The woman that was beautiful and vibrant, spirited and intelligent. They only had a chance to meet the sick version, who would sell her soul to get to a cigarette; the very thing that took her personality, her looks, and ultimately her life away from her.
It's no one's fault. It just is what it is. But this Sunday morning, it bothers me.