Blessed are the Poor!

D&D 5e
Context: We took 8 sessions (32 irl hours) to deliver a mysterious box to a far away mages guild. Finally, on the last session, 5 out of 6 of the party go to claim the reward, whilst the 6th member (Neutral Good Cleric, who joined the party late and so wasn’t officially on the delivery quest) stays on the boat to help the NPC survivors of our journey, sacrificing his share of the reward in order to help.
*In the Guild*
Guild Member: Thank you for this. We have been waiting an awfully long time for these components.
Rogue: Yes, it was a hard journey. We were told there was a reward?
Guild Member: A substantial one! 60,000 gold pieces will be transferred to your assigned guild bag
Mech Construct and Barbarian (simultaneously): Our WHAT!?
Guild Member: You should have received one at the start of your quest?
Barbarian: We didn’t get a bag!!!
DM: Guys…you remember that bag that you looted off your teammates corpse a few sessions back?
All players begin to remember
DM: Yes, that one. The bag that you…kind of……left on the ship?
STUNNED SILENCE
Cleric, On the Ship (OOC): I ROLL FOR PERCEPTION!!! *Rolls Mod 20*
DM (laughing): As you pass one of the rooms, you hear a loud thunk and a scattering sound. When you enter, the floor is littered with gold and a strange bag in the corner is filled to the brim
Cleric: BLESSINGS OF NASHAL! NO POOR WILL GO WITHOUT FOOD TODAY!
ENTIRE PARTY RIOTS
(After 10 minutes, the 5 at the guild rolled initiative and started a ‘Rat Race’-style mad dash to the boat, tripping each other up along the way, trying to be the first one to get the 60,000 gold off of the Cleric)