Truth be told, I had a great-uncle that took THREE .45 slugs in one sitting. Including one to the melon.

It was a workplace 'postal' shooting at a jobsite in Oakland back in the 60's.

He would have bought it then & there along with his two other coworkers if he hadn't been a civil engineer and wearing a metal pocket-protector.

He took the one lodged in his skull and the one that ricocheted off the protector and traveled to his leg to his grave, 35 years later.