While I can't subscribe to the idea that this frame's demise is necessary to save the reputation of a defunct manufacturer of welded bicycles, I'm very taken with the idea of creative destruction. And there's far too much repro tat in the world.
(And ignore the poll: many in the destroy camp will have an apathetic streak that means they can't be arsed to vote, while the savers will feel morally obliged to pipe up.)
So, I'd recommend working on the theme of
change: it started out as a bunch of ancient metalic minerals and is now a hapless footnote to contemporary mechanical reproducion. Change it into something rich and strange.
Taking inspiration from the wonderful Mull Rockhopper, and a recollection of that chap that created a lightning field in New Mexico ...........
..... squeeze the damn thing in a giant mangle -- or beat it to an airy thinness -- then roll it up to make a sweet spike of metal. Next, take it to a prominent part of the Cheviots and plant it atop a makeshift cairn.
Thereput, it can spend a good few years teasing lighning out of the clouds and gathering a lush patina.
Ahhh.