I think I could be creative enough to make myself happier.

Give me a lavish bunker on a small island with a hill looking over the ocean in the edge of the Caribbean latitude, let me take most of the people I care about. Food, gadgets, internet, maybe a helicopter or a small plane to come back to the mainland for concerts. Enough money to pay for protection.

But I don’t think that fits linearly into the scale of money versus happiness.