“Oh my darling….”

There’s a frankly ghastly anti-smoking ad that seems to be showing up on teevee a bit of late; I’ve seen it nearly every day during visits to my parents. I’m not embedding the damned thing here, but if you MUST watch it, here it is. The ad features a kid singing a broken, increasingly guilt-ridden version of “My Darling Clementine” as his mom gets sicker and sicker from smoking.

(No, I am not defending smoking, but this particular ad is some depressing shit.)

So, as a possible antidote, here’s Bobby Darin’s swinging (and oh, so very fatphobic) version.