Granted. Unbeknownst to you, once you touch the gold you're contaminated with a flesh-eating virus. You only realize this later, after you've turned in your spoils to a cash for gold joint and the symptoms have started progressing. Within a few months, you're almost a corpse. You lay in your magnificent bed, in your opulent palace, connected to IVs, a ventilator, and various other machines. You realize, as the ventilator breathes for you for a few more days, and all you see is darkness, as your eyes have rotted out, that while you are surrounded by extravagance - inside, you are empty, and your treasures, meaningless.This is your last coherent thought, before your brain finally shuts down.
I wish I could inhabit multiple bodies simultaneously.