Here in Zim about everyone has a chicken coop with some chickens and roosters. So have I. We once had a beautiful rooster with a very strong character, always defending the ladies in the coop whenever you dared to enter their space. Animals with character deserve a name. Out of respect the rooster was called Ben.
Whereas all the other roadrunners sooner or later ended up in the pot, we allowed Ben to retire. He died a natural dead and was buried.
About the Willy's blade... Today I had my 9th shave with my first blade. Still comfortable, still BBS. Although I will not give the blade a name, I'm considering retiring it and burying it out of respect. No other blade I've used in the past has been able to give me this result.