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"

Louis XIII Cognac sponsored a movie written by and starring Malkovich that won't be released for a full century, in honor of the 100 years it takes to make each bottle of Louis XIII. They locked the finished film in a time-locked safe that won't reopen until November 18, 2115. This will also be the date of the film's premiere, to which 1,000 people around the world received an invitation to pass down to their descendants in order for them to attend. Or at least to wait 100 years before realizing "Ah shit, that's tonight? I worked til, like, 7:20 and I'm kinda tired. Next century though!!"

It is on-the-nosedly titled 100 Years, and it's described (by Malkovich) as a "terrific, emotionally-charged" film. Hopefully it's loaded with lots of razor-specific references from 2015 to baffle the Rodriguez great-grandchildren. Is there an extended Left Shark dance sequence set to "Take Me To Church?" Guess we'll have to wait and preserve our brains in jars that're hooked up to movie-watching software and see!

Not to be outdone, Pharrell Williams has also recorded a song called "100 Years" for the Louis XIII project and sealed that up for a century. That way, the people of 2115 can experience the same thrill that we all would today if we got to hear some unreleased ragtime song from 1918 by a musician historians are vaguely aware of, and that's also an ad integration. Really, the best of all worlds here.

Why such a specific year? Because Tintin enters the public domain in 2053, at which point it'll be legal for anyone to publish their own comics about the Belgian kid reporter and his dog battling pseudo-antisemitic stereotypes in turn-of-the-century opium dens, which the people of 2053 will assuredly be craving in the aftermath of World War IX.

So the publisher's not waiting forever, just long enough for anyone with any tangential fondness for the Tintin character to die out before cashing in on the dead author's legacy, which is probably what Herge secretly wanted. Casterman hasn't chosen a creative team yet, but they will keep an eye on some creative up-and-coming toddlers once the 2030s roll around. The comic will most likely be released in physical form, digital form, and also being beamed straight into everyone's cerebral cortexes to induce experiential "5D" seizure dreams (the most popular format of media in 2053).

Here's their trendy-restaurant-ass-lookin' website, which will track the process from now until 2114, or at least until whenever J.K. Rowling does a book and her fans machete the entire forest, scorch the remains, and salt the earth when they aren't allowed to read it.