If I had the money to burn on such an endeavor, I’d find an island out somewhere — remote, but pretty — and build a resort there. I design it to be completely cut-off from the rest of the world. No phones for guests. No internet access. Nothing. The perfect place to leave stress behind. And I’d call it "Communicado." That way, when people asked, you could respond with the bit of punny wonderment that is “Sorry, but I’m going to be in Communicado.”
Of course, such a place would give rise to other resorts, like Adequate, Nane, Sane, Cognito, Fectious, Telligible, Cestuous and Flammable. But that much of it can be left up to everybody else.