New York Stock Exchange
"Fabulous times, my friend," said Rico. "The New York Stock Exchange went up five-hundred billion points today. Fabulous times."
"Oh Rico," I said. "When will you get out of that New York Stock Exchange Racket?"
Rico looked at me intently as he fanned a handful of crisp Benjamins. "When I reach the top."
Good old Rico had a few too many that night and slept all day the next day. When he awoke, the New York Stock Exchange had plummeted nine-thousand trillion points. Rico -- ironically named it now seemed -- was now technically the poorest man that ever lived.
He was summarily entered in the Guinness Book of World Records, but I assure you, he did not live to see that publication.