Imagine you’re a billionaire

And you’ve lived the best of a self-indulgent life

Filled with pleasure, all the fineries of life that can be had

And instant gratifications

And you’ve luxuriated in all of the self-worth, image, esteem, confidence; ego nurturing there can be

Now imagine you’re stricken with an incurable illness

You’re on your death bed

You beckon a minister, priest, rabbi or whomever is your spiritual leader to help

But to no avail

You are going to die

However the worst thing imaginable about your death isn’t, that

It’s knowing all of the great wealth you’ve accumulated will not be yours anymore

Regardless of all of the intricate planning and money you’ve squandered on attorneys

It’ll be taken from you

And you will die financially worthless