My dad was hansome and the finest person you could ever meet. He was a collecter of a few things and thought 2 357 magnums in his safe was a plan. He had them for 20 years. When he was 67 and his second wife left him, he took one out and blew his brains out. Sure there were more reasons but that's what he did 3 weeks before Chritmas 11 years ago. Pretty hard to live with that one. I got some wicked pepper spray for Christmas, to each his own I guess.