The Man Who Had Everything

Once upon a time there was a man who had everything. And I mean everything. He had a career (brilliant pianist), a lovely wife (perfect face), a compliant mistress (perfect breasts), a wonderful clutch of promising off-spring (2 girls, one boy); admiring relatives who regarded him with awe and only showed up when it was appropriate; entertaining friends of exactly the right kind and social standing; and a talented stockbroker who had somehow managed not only to salvage his nest-egg from the crash, but to actually swell it to quite embarrassing proportions.

In other words he had everything you or I could conceivably ask the heavens for as aids to the state of perfect happiness. And yet he was not happy.
So he asked the Fates for more, and the Fae answered.
You should be careful what you wish for, it may just find you...