What if Anakin and Obi-Wan just grew a pot farm and then just relaxed for the rest of their lives. They would've been the best of friends. Obi-Wan would barbecue for the kids while Anakin and his wife set up the backyard for parties and shit. Good times. Unfortunately Anakin's wife died, his skin melted off, betrayed his best friend, joined the Dark Side, waged an entire galactic war and then tried to kill his son, Luke. That's what happens when you don't smoke pot.