I would not over think it.  Have you thought about putting a stamped name on the back flap before you fold it over?  Something like "Steinmayer's Magical Krag Charger (with a manufacture date).  It would be "guaranteed to help you shoot better IF you do your part"

And adding a manufacture date guarantees guys will be adding it Krag research books and Krag owners searching the internet far and wide for the earliest known Steinmayer's Magical Krag Charger.  Of course the smart guys are ones who own chargers with out any dates since they were made way before the ones with dates and therefore are super rare and highly collectable.  And those who wanted an early model would need to pay one of us guys (Me) a thousand dollars each for two I own.

Hoo!  The value of my two chargers just went up to fifteen hundred each.


Do you want a hit off this joint or should I finish it?

Quite a twist from the OP, but that one hits home.  How many of us are just a couple of quirks of fate away from selling our Krags to pay such bills?  Around here, even if you can pay the bills, there are darn few medical practices still open and able or willing to treat patients.  A 3-month wait and 600 mile RT to the MD is pretty commonplace.

Ain't that the truth!  Ever since the (so called) "Affordable Health Care Act" was signed in to law, those who HAD good insurance saw their insurance cost triple, and the coverage shrink!  I am lucky in that I have insurance through my wife and her company pays the premium... but it's far from great coverage.  I'm having the final surgery for my weight loss on Tuesday (removal of the pannus - or excess skin flap, if you will).  The surgery is covered... except a portion of it is considered cosmetic, and therefore NOT covered.  I had to pay almost $2,500 out of pocket - money which I did not have!  On top of that, I have an ever rising bill from physical therapy on my shoulders.  Thank God for Christmas bonuses, or that one wouldn't get paid!

I know what the answer is for me if I start to get really, really sick and in my eighties.  I'll buy the cheapest, crappiest pistol made, one of those hundred dollar embarassments, go to a bank and fire a round in to the floor.  Most of them have carpet over concrete floors so I would not be putting a hole in the roof.  Anyway, after I fire off the round I would announce a hold up and then hand the cleared gun to the manager.  Then I would wait for the cops to show up and get my instant healthcare.

What could go wrong?