Once upon a time, in a little village in Brazil called Quixeriú, there lived a man who felt that he was somewhat superior to everybody else. This feeling continued to grow, until he came to the conclusion that he didn’t even want to be buried with the “common rabble”. Being a man of some means, he constructed a large mausoleum right beside his house, with instructions that he be interred there upon his death.
Some time thereafter, he needed to travel to another state. While traveling he took sick and died. As it is necessary for burials to take place shortly following the death here, there was no time to bring him back to Quixeriú.
Hence, as you can see in the picture below, there is a very conspicuous empty mausoleum in the city of Quixeriú.
Apart from Luke 12:20, there has got to be a great moral for this story. Anybody want to contribute one?