"Just after my Aunt has passed away, we were helping clean up his house. Turns out my aunt was a bit of a hoarder, and we found a bunch of random stuff. I volunteered to take the rum and the fireworks, and as it was sitting on the table, I noticed a pack of cigarettes. I jokingly said that we just needed a firearm, and it'd make a good picture. My uncle heard this, and disappeared for a bit.
about five minutes later, he comes up next to me, and hands me the firearm with a precautionary "it's loaded". I carefully got it placed, took the picture, and there we are."