The last documented lottery winner bought herself a plantation, because that was her ancestry. Then she needed to get fixed from her past, just like the garbage which lay around her estate needed to be put away.
We're all slavic at some point in history, forced to wait until our selected oppressor freed us. If we had range of motion, we would become hoarders. But not throwing scraps of meat away is essential for our survival.
Everyday we learn to eat our trophies, like the snout on a pig's nose, because evetually the silver candelabra will mean nothing when it comes to filling our bellies.