Getting Canned

My Mother finally got rid of one of the old cans of housepaint she's been nursing for a couple of decades. She's having some cracks filled Saturday, and had me come over to open the cans to see which was which. The first one I stirred started leaking out the bottom.

Unfortunately, while she tossed the can, she poured the paint - rust flakes and all - into a jar. 'Cause it's still good. There's just about a quart left.