I usually just reply “Linux”. If they don’t know what that means, it can be an edifying few minutes for them, if they’re interested in learning. Big “if”.
It’s a good start, but why sacrifice only the one?
For the sport. Imagine the running commentary!
No lava?
Honestly though, while I don’t think any state should be doing executions, I feel like a policy that takes the richest person in the world and confiscates all their wealth wouldn’t be that bad. If what capitalists claim about their innate genius is true they’d figure out how to be rich again in a few months…and actually they very well might, though through connections than any real talent. And yet I don’t doubt the ultra-rich would dread it more than simple execution. The one problem is how much scrambling would be to hide their wealth…there is a real possibility the richest person in the world is actually Putin, just not on any paper we’ll ever see.
Each year the ten richest are left in a small human powered boat at Point Nemo. The nearest humans are 1700 miles away, if they start rowing in the right direction.
Good luck.
Don’t think of it as a policy suggestion. This isn’t even at the level of a thought experiment. This is a cathartic fantasy, and is as likely to happen as any non-murdery policy which redistributes billionaires’ wealth through civil taxation and appropriation.
We may as well be having happy thoughts about the world’s richest man finding himself magically teleported to a rock, like Andromeda, where mighty Godzilla rises from the depths to incinerate him with nuclear breath before Galadriel and Freddy Mercury appease the Lizard King and send him back to his eternal battle with dread Cthulhu.
It’s just as plausible a fantasy.
I mean, if we’re just imagining an angry mob getting ready to strap Elon Musk to one of his own ugly incendiary devices while he impotently rambles about how he’s too genius for this and it must be a simulation…I maybe get there on occasion. 
Look at that commie puffin! 
Speaking truths!
That’s an awesome teaching idea. 
So it is.
Kickin’ back havin’ a brewski.
I understand that the real Jesus was unavailable for photographs due to a clash in his itinerary. (He had scheduled an appearance in a tortilla cooked in Pahrump, NM)
He’s always showing up at the most unexpected of places…
