While the ski resort was closing, the businessman created a simple video game called Minecraft which he later sold for $2.5 billion. Now he has fuck you money and doesn't give a shit what happens to the economy.
Until the economy collapses and he realizes that money is just an abstract concept that works as long as the economy exists. He dies from hunger trying to fertilize his field with banknotes and get bees to offer him honey in exchange for an electronic cash transfer.
1,000 years in the future, an advanced alien civilization digs up the remains of humanity, decodes all of our DNA, figures out all of our interactions, and decides to recompose the businessman and bring him back to life after discovering he was the creator of Minecraft.
