As my wife's father got closer to the end of his life, he still had an old military rifle that he cherished, and a very old commercial 1911. After our range trips, in which I drove, I would always make sure we got home really late, so I could "clean" his two firearms for him. I simply removed the firing pins and kept them until we would get ready for the next outing. When he would wake up in the morning, he could look up in his room and see the polished guns resting in the nice glass case his grandchildren built, and he was very happy. Because he did not rely on those for protection (we took care of all that), everything worked out well. One day he woke early and wanted to hold his firearms, and he did. At that point he gave one to each grandchild, saying he was getting too far along to shoot anymore. He passed late that evening peacefully with the whole family by his side. We were truly blessed to have him in our lives.