Don't they just get shipped off to some wanky eatery in the Hindu Kush or something, where all of the billionaire guests arrive by private, globally warming, helicopter and eat about 11 calories worth of endangered species (weighed to the gram, and measured to the millimetre) artfully arranged on a sheet of Etruscan marble and decorated with a single caper, three minute slivers of high-carbon-footprint vegetables and a tenth of a teaspoon of unicorn jus?