I can’t speak for that guy, but all my money has been spent stocking the decommissioned missile silo I bought with lifesaving medicine, painkillers, contraceptives, cigarettes, gasoline and diesel, pornography, alcohol, ammunition, and over a hundred tons of highly processed junk food. No cash and no gold, only irreplaceable commodities. If society collapses, I will have a stranglehold on what people won’t do without, and I will parlay that into ruling the ashes like a god. An angry god. Primitive future societies will not remember my real name, but human development will be permanently degenerated by the generations of shameful blood sacrifices intended to appease The Defiler. Or The Iron Hand. I can’t decide which to go with yet.