My mom passed away a few years ago, and as a momento, I found (and kept) her old class ring from high school. I wore it on my pinky (the only finger it would fit on -- and it was still loose!), and it was constantly falling off. It fell off my finger my first semester in college, but I managed to find it in the bottom of my backpack (after freaking out the entire day). Then, in the middle of my second semester, it fell off again. This time while the ground was covered in snow (with more constantly falling on top). I retraced my steps about 50 times that day (and into the night), and tore my dorm room apart. I still haven't found it, and I can't shake this notion of one of the creepy townies wearing it on their finger like it was their's....