I wear a hat every day, just about all day. I own two -- summer weather and cool, wet weather -- and I don't baby them. They'll get tossed on the back seat and slide onto the floorboards to roll around there, they'll get knocked into the dirt and blown across the yard. This hat, the Stetson Pinnacle Fedora, two years later, could sit on the store shelf almost indistinguishable from the new ones. The patina it will develop will just make it more distinguished.
Beaver fur like this can take the weather. A freak mud-rain peppered my fedora with brown grunge, but a few careful minutes with a brush left it like new, except the band which has almost imperceptible tiny waterspots. If it needs heavy reblocking or cleaning, it can take seven or eight, done professionally, without showing wear, and beyond that it won't show much. I don't fear the day I drop this hat in a parking lot puddle, nor the day I sit on it.
Your great-grandchild will inherit this hat, and leave it in his or her will.