An old friend of mine got his dads rifle when he passed away (my friend is 60 now) and it had pieces missing and a broken firing pin. His brother had stored it in his shed for many years as well, so it was pretty rusted up.
When his brother was dying from cancer, he said he'd love to relive one of his younger days when he and his brother would sit out shooting gophers with that rifle. He gave it to me, and I brought it back to life for him. I only managed to find a single box of 25-20 cartridges for it and I bought them for him. They shot them off together one afternoon before his brother passed away.
He's been gone a few years now, and my buddy misses him a lot. My buddy is the last surviving member of his family line. I think it would be cool if I picked up a few hundred rounds and took him out shooting again. His health isnt the best either