He was at the funeral of a distant relative. The cemetery. The tomb was lowered into the grave. Everyone started throwing three handfuls of land (the custom is for those who do not know). I also tended to throw the ground. The car keys fell out of the pocket and straight into the grave. Almost no one paid attention, and I was in shock. Going down into the pit is unreasonable, getting the grave is not the way out. I have the keys alone.
And then one earthquake gets a magnet on a rope from my pocket, a couple of seconds and the keys I have. He said, “You are neither the first nor the last.”
What to say, a professional.