Granted. You put $100 in Bitcoin, hoping for brighter days, same one hundred you'd need to pay rent a couple months after. Rent is due, you get into a silly fight with the owner and end up tossed away, living on the streets. First you hide it well, but no showering and bad overall looks makes you lose your job and friends. Your recurring obsession with this bitcoin thing really doesn't pay you any good. People start calling you crazy, family and friends dismiss you, and you resort to drugs to calm the pain, dying from one hell of a speedball with little coke, a lot of rat poison. Few months after, bitcoin suddenly booms, as those stocks were inherit by some cousin you didn't even like, but didn't think you were totally crazy. Now that ass of a cousin of yours lives in a mansion next to your personalized grave, where his dogs poops every single day.