I would rather self flagellate with a fistful of thumbtacks than be famous. I would never tolerate the constant scrutiny. You scratch your arse, then you end up on the cover of the tabloids. Screw that.
Rich? Yes please. Famous? Nooooope.
Thepenmonster is correct in that we are all eventually forgotten except for a very few individuals. Even famous people who were at one time a household name will not even be in peoples’ memories after a generation or two. I was born in the early 1970’s. Out of all the actors in the 1960’s I could probably name a half dozen of them, the ones who would have been hyper famous. Just picking this at random: the show “Eight is Enough” was popular in the 70’s. Who can name an actor from it today? Family Ties was huge in the eighties. Who under 25 could name an actor from it today without googling it? Hell, I was around then and watched it religiously and I could only name two (Michael Gross and Michael J. Fox).
Fame is fleeting. Death is forever.
This is why when I shuffle off this mortal coil I want to be cremated. No burial, no headstone. Why pay thousands for something that nobody will ever visit? Sprinkle my ashes in my favourite hunting grounds and party with the money that would have been spent on a funeral.