From what I gathered from the brief snippets she allowed herself, once I died, he turned into something of a thorn in their side, so trust me, I do understand.

[Just going back to smoking, with no coughing.]

I suppose you have ... the knowledge to know what happened the first time? To be able to make a different choice, hopefully? Or, hells, hire an exorcist. Or since we're all banking on getting the wish thing, use it to destroy them. That'd be leaving it better, if you ask me.