I just don’t want to die alone, that’s all. That’s not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.

The line frames a familiar Pryor theme—using blunt vulnerability to puncture the glamour attached to fame and money. Beneath the comic cadence is a plea for ordinary human recognition: companionship at the end of life and affection not contingent on wealth. The contrast between “who I am” and “my wallet” suggests distrust of transactional relationships and the loneliness that can accompany celebrity, where sincerity is hard to verify. Read as social commentary, it also critiques a culture that equates personal value with financial status, implying that material success can intensify, rather than solve, emotional isolation.