Reminds me of all the stories I’ve heard about somone who wins the lottery, and the day after their name is published, long-lost relatives come out of the woodwork (including the Ugandan cousin you didn’t know your German family had), and then what appears to be the world’s biggest 12 year old shows up at their door in a wheelchair, holding a sign that reads ‘I need money for a life-saving operation but can’t afford it’. If I won that much, I’d buy my own zip code and build a moat around it.
My niece and nephews became world famous in the pop scene about 6 years ago. They once told me, after touring, "You wouldn't believe how many cousins and other relatives we have all over the world, uncle Billy!"