He had several Ivy League University Degrees, lived a long life, traveled, had three ex-wives, no kids, no dog, big house, Cadillac car with low miles. Bragged he was always well informed, he knew it all and would pontificate as much at the drop of a hat.
He liked to boast that he never voted in any election. Waste of time or so he maintained. Though he did gift large sums of money to certain political candidates, that in return would do him certain business favors.
He died alone in his recliner chair with the TV remote in his hand. In the end that was his only friend and social connection. It was avarice and ignorance that did him in. A terminal disease of his soul that neutered his humanity.
A man of few principles, made his money off the sweat of other people he considered beneath him, seldom did a good deed. Barren of love or consideration for his fellow humans, he was and remained self-absorbed to the extreme. He even thought about running for President. He had missed the point, that "No man is an Island."
English Poet John Donne 1624 a man that got the point and wrote it down, 400 years ago.