i have known just a few megarich people, and they invariably have that luxury antique everything maximalist baroque aesthetic which makes my eyes want to fucking ralph.
like you're in a museum for the most self-absorbed assholes whose hobby is going to flea markets and accumulating 10 houses worth of ancient shit to have refurbished so you have something to talk about with guests and brag about how you got some great great memaws handcrafted fainting couch for $45 from some rube in east Tennessee who was selling to buy her kid insulin.

comic.