Golden Goose Man

There was an old and crusty man. A goose of a man, made of gold.
But he wanted more. Wanted all the gold in the world.
For his clothes to be made of the stuff. 

He asked the seamstresses and tailors to gather their thread makers and spin all their material into gold. This made the finest fabric, but also the heaviest.

He put on this suit for the ball. Then he sat under the weight. Buckled, more like. He couldn't go anywhere. Couldn't move. Everything too burdensome.

So they brought the ball to him. The night smelled like starlights.
A segment of paradise, all evening. 
He saw the world change and grow in his bedroom and outside his window.
Saw the city blow up like confetti.  Lots of falling out like snow.

Then he shut his eyes. It was enough for one life.