I don't always name guns...
Or swords, for that matter. However, my Savage .22 semi is named "Buyback". I had a 40-year-old .22 pistol that my father had tried to field-strip while drunk. It was missing a striker spring, and no way to get a replacement (It was Italian). I tried several potential springs, and couldn't get more than 2 rounds out of it.
The cop that took it in, in exchange for a $100 savings bond, field-stripped it to make sure it was empty. Took one look inside the slide, saw the wreckage, and cracked up laughing. I told the local TV news crew, straight up, that I'd turned in junk and was going to buy a shooter. They didn't show that segment, of course.
We also had a couple of guys with FFLs working the lines. They scored a few. There were also some vaguely gun-shaped lumps of rust turned in...