They say you can't take it with you. That's why I plan to spend all of my money on a "hookers and blow" weekend before I die. I'm kidding. Sorta.
But if I ever save up enough money to leave $800,000 to homeless cats, clearly I'm not prioritizing right.
Don't tell him how to spend his money. That's my money now!
I must not have taken enough vacations. I didn't see enough theatre shows. And not setting my next of kin up properly.
Far be it from me to tell someone how to spend the money he earned. I'm not Obama (Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders, Karl Marx) after all. But there have to be better things to spend your cash on. Like the aforementioned "hookers and blow" weekend.