"Hey grandpaw, what kind of dog did you have?", David inquired, his eyes pointing to the gilded picture above the fireplace. At the bottom of the ornate frame was an out of place comic sans font that read "to the moon". Grandpaw reached for his glasses. Looking closer, David noticed the background of the painting was filled with smaller phrases. "such amaze" read one of the vague, but positive half thoughts--another was simply "wow". David recalled this was same way his parents talked to grandpaw, as it if was some dialect of a bygone era. Finally fixing his spectacles, Grandpaw mustered, "Oh, I never had a dog...". While turning gingerly in his favorite green chair to face the painting, his eyes raised in kind remembrance. "That's a _doge_, my child.", he proclaimed, with emphasis on the peculiar pronunciation. "That's how grandpa made his millions."

"Yeah, I'm really bummed out I didn't get into dogecoin 186 years ago"

Outside guess that we'll be dead by then.