He visits Vanuatu, and hears of this Aussie businessman who has a two-storey holiday grass hut and sits on a gold throne.
Finally, the tax man tracks him down, but the businessman hears him coming so he hides the throne upstairs in the grass hut.
The tax man gets there and thumps the table: “Where is your gold throne? I demand to see it. And why aren’t you paying GST?”
He thumps the table again, so hard that the grass hut shakes and the gold throne falls through the ceiling. Incredibly, the gold throne lands on the businessman’s head and kills him.
The moral of the story is: People in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.