When you win two billion dollars, you can do just about anything — buy islands, build spaceships, start a cult of golden Labradors. But what Edwin Castro is doing with his fortune? It’s something a little different. He’s trying to buy back the past.

Here’s a fun human glitch for you: sometimes the brain meets life-changing news and replies with, “Cool. Let’s clean the carpet.”

That’s basically what happened to Ron Rothe, 73, from Denison, Iowa. He’d been driving around for a week with a Powerball ticket in his glove compartment—because, like most of us, he assumed big wins only happen to someone else, somewhere else. Rumors floated around town that a $1 million ticket had been sold locally. Cute story. Probably not him.

Picture this: Saturday night, family car ride. Dad’s driving. Mom’s in the passenger seat scratching a $30 “MAX-A-MILLION” ticket she grabbed at the Quality Mart on Cotton Grove Road. In the back, her son casually drops, “I hope you win on number 55.”

Imagine winning almost a billion dollars — $893.5 million to be exact — and instead of rushing out to buy yachts or islands, you shrug and say, “I’d rather just hang out at home.”

Here’s a wild story.

Back in May, a mystery group showed up in Montana and thought, “Why not buy hundreds of thousands of lottery tickets and guarantee ourselves a payday?” Their target? A $1.6 million jackpot from the Montana Cash game.

Yes, not Powerball. Not Mega Millions. Montana Cash.

Sometimes life’s little gambles pay off. And sometimes, they pay off to the tune of $150,000.

That’s exactly what happened to Robin and her mom, Helen, from Indiana. The billion-dollar Powerball hype was everywhere — like a neon sign flashing “you’re broke and boring, buy a ticket.” Robin figured, why not?

So, here’s a fun way to spend your Saturday night: two lottery tickets — one in Missouri, one in Texas — just hit the Powerball jackpot. Not just any jackpot. We’re talking $1.8 billion. Yes, billion with a “B.” That’s the second-largest lottery win in human history.