It's at Dobbs now, so let me try to paint a picture.
Imagine you have a new stainless pistol and the day you get it, the zombie apocalypse happens. It's your only gun, and accompanies you through 10 years of fighting zombies. It gets covered in zombie blood, used as a hammer, used as a bludgeoning tool, and is stored in an old grease rag from a defunct Jiffy Lube. Then you die and the pistol lies under your lifeless body, soaked in your fluids until some time in the distant future when a race of genetically superior humans finds the twisted remnants of your decayed corpse. They look under your torso, and there lies the Smith and Wesson SW22 Victory.
Mine looks like that.