if you want to have something in your house that a friend or a relative of yours died on along with false pretenses that your friend or loved one died for go ahead
This is the wrong story. Here, let me fix it for you:
I was once walking in a shopping mall with my friend. There was a terrorist attack, and the terrorist threatened to shoot me. My friend just in the last second jumped before me, and took a bullet for me, willing to give his life for me. The ambulance quickly got him to the hospital, and thankfully the doctors removed the bullet and saved his life. Since then I proudly carry the bullet on a chain on my neck, to be reminded every possible time for the great sacrifice my friend made for me.
That is the correct story. It's fiction, but this is what truly describes what actually happened.