I had an old man for a friend
He owned a cool 10 gauge shotgun and I always admired it. He said I could have it after he passed away and a year after this conversation he did die of a heart attack. He was nearly ninety.
His family inherited the house and all of the furnishings and belongings in said house. I thought I can kiss that shotgun goodbye but one day his daughter came over and said I could have it because of my kindness to her father when he was alive.
I never fired the weapon. I just display it over the mantle in my man cave.