Arguably the root of all evil, greed can be a deeply unattractive sin, conjuring up images of candle-lit money-counting misers in fingerless gloves.
Avarice has never been a sin of mine. I am as unlikely to count coins as I am calories. My working class background means I am used to having very little money and expensive items fill me with unease, that nagging feeling that nothing should cost that much and someone, surely, is being taken for a mug. I don't desire the trappings of wealth. I have never longed for flash cars, big houses or designer clothing and I don't understand people who do. Status, for me, is achieved through what you do, not what you own. I don't need to have more money than somebody else to feel superior to them. I am quite capable of doing that based entirely on my own accumulated wealth of intellect and humour.
A life spent in pursuit of wealth is a life wasted. When I lie upon my deathbed I want my memories to be full of the things I have done, the people I have loved, not the expensive cars and designer handbags I have owned. When I look back over my life, what I will remember are experiences I have shared - a caress, laughter, a kiss, dancing, meetings and partings. I doubt I will give much thought to what I purchased over a lifetime. How joyless if all you can dredge up is "wow, remember that time I sold the house for over twice what I paid for it and then immediately reinvested it? I had a massive bank balance then, I did."
Of course, not all greed is mercenary. While I do not chase money I do greedily consume time and attention, always wanting more (though not always getting it, so I am saved from becoming a total monster.) And I have been known to wear fingerless gloves.