I'd have the money converted to cash (very large bills) and then hide it under my mattress. No one would ever think to look there! Or, I'd put it in a big can and bury it outside in the courtyard. Nobody would think to search there, either.
Perhaps I'd distribute the money in an eleemosynary manner, by attaching small bundles of cash to little parachutes and releasing them via light aircraft over low-income neighborhoods. This would, unfortunately, cause some violence; so I guess I won't do that after all.
I know! I'll spend it! I'll travel the world, visit my in-real-life and on-line friends, give them each a generous amount of money, assess living conditions in various locations, then move to someplace civilized - which means, for me, a place bereft of bothersome power-elites and their malicious mendacity. Perhaps a nice little island, like the one given Björk by the government of Iceland - which she refused to accept - or a modest (on the outside) house somewhere in Death Valley National Park.
Then again, I could stay here in Portland. That's not as boring as it sounds! Probably, though, what I'd do is move to Tahiti in the Society Islands of French Polynesia.
Hey, nice scenery is nice! Now, when can I expect delivery of that money?