We've all seen the things that gold can do to a man's soul. I remember being told, "It's not how much money you have, it's how much they think you have."
Rub the lamp, make your wish.
Chilled Cristal? A platinum record? World peace? A Talbot-lago with 6000 original miles? How about a big talleywhacker? Really big!
No, you want to live forever, don't you?
Things rust. Stuff falls apart. Love vanishes. Dang.