Terry Pratchett, he of Discworld fame and unfortunate sufferer from Alzheimer’s Disease, decided that the thing to do after being knighted by the Queen was to go out into a field where meteoric iron was to be had, find his own samples, smelt them himself, and have the ore turned into a sword.
Oh… my… gods…
The one downside to this story is that he has the sword in hiding, because he’s afraid the British authorities would confiscate it in some application of their “knife crime” laws. Hell, I’d be in jail right now if it were me. But it’s just such a cool thing,
In honor of World Alzheimer’s Day. Plus, just because it’s freakin’ cool.
EDIT: And I no longer have to wait to see it! Here it is!