In the morning, she left her wedding ring on the tomb. Since I have a cold, the whole tub is wrapped with towels. While I wasn’t there, my husband decided to clean up and just squeezed all the towels into the garbage bowl along with the ring. I come - there is no ring, I nervously chase my husband to look for him for a laundry. I went, I found, I came. The ring was not mine. They both went back to the wash, and there the girl is already roaring and says embarrassed, "You don't think, I lost my ring." I found both rings and a new girlfriend.