In the future there are no custody battles. Children are cloned and their memories and personalities replicated. You just arrived in a new town, and in a coffee shop you’ve never visited before, a barista you’ve never met greets you by name and automatically starts preparing your usual order.
You’re the head of a software conglomerate, and as an April Fool’s joke you updated your TOS to include a clause that grants you sole ownership over the users’ souls. Upon your death you find that the clause was binding, and you’re in possession of thousands of extra souls.