You say the wish aloud, proudly despite being ashamed of humoring a cheap lotto ticket, "I wish I were just ungodly stupid kinds of rich." Nothing seems to happen. Did you expect something? It's really not a genie. You shrug and toss the ticket in a nearby waste basket. Wanting to spend what little money you actually have, and also mildly curious to see if there was some magic in that ticket, you check your bank account balance. You're not sure how much you have, but the whole screen is taken up by zeroes, so you assume it's a fair bit. Now where does this immortal soul thing come in?
You look up from your bank's mobile app to come face to face with a drooling hideous demon. The thing clutches both sides of your head and opens its mouth. At first you think it's going to eat you, and you scream and flail, but it does not; it simply sucks out your soul, leaving you lying there like dead forever, an empty shell inside a dream you'll never wake from.