You don't get to be a billionaire and also be loved, or even liked, or even remotely in touch with being human. Every billionaire has made their decision, and makes it every day they keep hoarding wealth. Lonely, miserable fucks whose passing would be universally celebrated.
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Every day in every way,
Scrooge is getting worse.
Henry Ford goes to a fortune teller.
FORTUNE TELLER: You will die on a national holiday.
HENRY FORD: How could you possibly know that?!
FORTUNE TELLER: Whatever day you die will be declared a national holiday (: