OP, yes.
Over the years, $100,000K +. So, yes it obscene.
But the alternative is to leave it behind for someone else to spend for me when I die. In my case the someone's in question seldom see me or talk with me. So as long as I have enough $ to live comfortable, I spend the rest. Don't have much time left...
Far from me to tell you how to think, but I know this: sometimes, when you think you have reached the point where you don't really
want any more time, your life can suddenly change by accident and living takes on a fresh appeal once more. What makes the difference is an unexpected injection of excitement you clearly didn't think would happen. In the past few weeks this came to me on a couple of levels, one of which was the Coke thing; suddenly I no longer moon about wishing my models past back again, I am able to realise it was a phase - a delightful and rewarding one - but a phase nonetheless.
I have been waiting for three medical appointments that were all due in September; for the first time the health service crisis has touched me, and despìte two trips to the hospìtal to see why I can't get those dates, the 'phone doesn't ring. And even there, I have suddenly changed from a condition of mild worry to not giving a damn, happier in the belief that since I feel perfectly okay, then for all the difference, I must be okay. I could be wrong, but hell, everything ends anyhow, so better to stop worrying and learn to enjoy what's possible and still under one's own control.
Kids? They have their own problems, and who knows how well or otherwise they can cope? Those things affect their reactions to their outside worlds too.
Rob C