Someone out there is, please, having this thought.

If I was a rich man, I would probably find some guy named Kevin Lester and give him half my money. Oh, and I would dip things in chocolate that, at first glance, seem to be very difficult to dip in chocolate. Like a Bugati or a parking meter. But I would definitely give my money to Kevin Lester first. Then, I'd work on the chocolate thing. I'd be all like, "Hey, Kevin Lester, the guy to whom I gave half of my millions of American dollars, check out this weeping willow tree dipped in pure milk chocolate! Fucking sweet, right?" He would ask all sorts of questions about how it's still planted in the ground, but I would stay silent. He would shrug his shoulders, and we would both enjoy a good belly laugh. Yeah, that's what I would do.