It is hilarious to think about your descendants pondering the visage of your fat donut-stuffing face in the family portraiture room, before they depart for their daily lesson from their AI tutor, summoned from the copora of Marcus Aurelius. They frollic about your estate, completely ignorant that you spent most of your twenties as an empty vessel, drunk and railing other empty vessels, before you luckily stumbled upon some random Michael Saylor meme and illogically yeeted all your fortune into bitcoin.