But then what happened to the suit? What do you do with a ruined outfit that's been transmogrified into a historical artifact, evidence in a crime scene, a devastatingly traumatic memento, and a viscerally disturbing thing with the president's literal brains on it? While Kennedy could've certainly been forgiven for throwing it away and never thinking about it again the second she had the chance, she did the opposite. She soberly respected the outfit's significance and had it stored in a "custom made acid-free box" to keep it intact so future generations of horrified field trips could see "what they have done."
After Jackie's death, in 2003, her daughter Caroline Kennedy signed over the outfit to the National Archives in College Park, Maryland, with one condition: The suit was to be preserved but not displayed publicly until the year 2103, so as not to "dishonor the memory of the late President or cause unnecessary grief or suffering to members of his family." Or in other words, to spare it from some viral Insta of a teen dabbing in front of it with the caption "jackie dress the realest shit yall... standin for all the feels"