Once I die, this world ends. I am unique, just like you. Nobody else looks at the world exactly like I do. I have a singular point of view. And if I’m dead, that dies with me. So it’s gone. My memories, and everything that feels real to me… gone. So all of you… gone.
Then my wife calls a friend of mine, he keeps his choice of game, sells the rest for her, and hands her a wad of cash.