I read a story once about a miser with a djinni, who wished for more wishes, and more and more, and eventually died on a Scrooge McDuck pile of wishes. And aft

I read a story once about a miser with a djinni, who wished for more wishes, and more and more, and eventually died on a Scrooge McDuck pile of wishes. And after he died, the people in the town poked around his mansion, found this pile of wishes, and started using them to cure their illnesses and solve their problems. I feel like this is a good metaphor for Musk "gathering resources for humans to become an interplanetary species" - and then blowing more money then it should take to solve world hunger on an acquisition that seems perfectly calibrated to make him more and more miserable.