Post # 46
I’d buy a myself luxury SUV because I have a baby on the way, and cramming the infant car seat into the back of my sports car is not something I’m looking forward to. Then my favorite charities would be receiving some big checks.
Post # 47
sumshine.dawn: I’d keep it quiet! Darling Husband and I have talked about this before, and we both agree that if we ever won serious money like that, we wouldn’t tell a soul. We’d pay off any debts we have over the course of a few months, then figure out a way to pay our parents houses off without them knowing it was us. Set up a fund for our siblings or something where they can receive the money without knowing who it’s from.
We’d still keep our jobs and continue life as normal, just with a little more money. Travel a little more often, buy a dream house, set up a trust fund for our future children/grandchildren and future nieces/nephews, donate to charities.
It would be tempting to tell everyone and buy everything, but I watched a documentry on lottery winners and 99% of the time, it’s not a happy ending. People get hurt, families get broken, and the money is always, always gone much faster than expected.
Post # 48
I’ve thought about this in so much detail it’s kind of sad considering it will never happen. My Fiance and I would be extremely private about it. Our state announces lotto winners’ names publicly, so we would have to form some sort of a shell entity and claim it through the entity in order to protect ourselves. We would pay off FI’s student debt immediately, but after that, I would want to wait for a little while to make any conspicuous purchases until lotto fever dies down. Then we’d quit our jobs and buy ourselves a townhouse in the West Village and a beach house, buy my parents a fancy condo and a Ferrari (my dad loves cool cars), and invest the rest of it and live happily ever after.
Post # 49
I hate the idea of homeless people and animals. I would donate to shelters in large cities, and I’d really like to form a giant no-kill shelter like Down Town. There’s also a local pilot here who at least once a week flys up and down the east coast pulling pets from kill shelters and bringing them up north to new homes. I’d buy him a very nice plane!!
When my pop had cancer he’d have to go the UPenn for chemo treatments. The Childrens Hospital is directly next door. Each time he went there it would pain him to see little kids sick, bald due to chemo, etc. I’d make a nice donation there in my dad’s name.