Quite a few of us will live forever because of the makeup of our genes which include a small touch of West Canadian husky. But this is intended for the less fortunate whose days are numbered and in the process of running out.
When I was still in grade school, Bob Patterson, a classmate, secured 50 well maintained rifles that puzzled our young minds because there was no place to insert any cartridges. They were old time European muzzleloaders that he bought from a widow for a dollar each. This was some gentleman’s valued collection and his widow who knew nothing about them, cared little and sold them to a kid for $50.
I have a friend who avidly attends gun shows and other sources and buys guns that he fancies. Every so often he’ll report installing a new and larger gun safe to contain in locked safety of what must have become quite a valuable collection. He recently had a near death experience that looked a lot like a stroke but turned out to be a treatable brain injury. Should he have died, how was this collection to be dispersed? Sell them all for a few dollars a piece? Or what?
Those of us who are not going to live forever and have a well maintained collection of 4 or maybe 20 twenty such rifles should admit their weaker hold on life and prearrange a method of dispersal that won’t leave the widow cheated of the greater part of the value. This won’t be easy. A live forever purchaser should be found and some understanding of the value of each piece determined before the owner is surprised by time. I gave mine to my grandson who I think values them not at all.
Think about it.