A few years ago at Horseguards Parade in London Holding my M3 to shot a picture of one of the guardsmen in one hand, I hoisted up up my camera bag containing my Canon EOS D20 and 35/1.4L onto my shoulder. Unfortunately, I hadn't zipped it up and so it acted as a slingshot, catapulting the DSLR and lens over my shoulder and down onto the granite flagstones.
Clack-clack-clackityclackclackclack.... it bounced for about 12 feet and stopped at the feet of the guardsman in front of me. He didn't move... embarrassed, I went to pick it up watched by a sizeable, now hushed, crowd of tourists from across the globe who had let out a variety of 'oooo's' 'aaaah's' and sharp intakes of breath through clenched teeth as the camera skimmed it's way across the flagstones, now each holding their own camera a little tighter than before....
Naturally, I expected it to be bug**red.... the camera body had scuffs and scraps all over it, but the lens, miraculously, was untouched...I turned it on...nothing, dead, well to be expected after such an impact. As I turned to walk away, a cough from the guardsman. He flicked his boot slightly and I noticed the battery by his foot. Thanking him, picking it up and re-inserting it into the camera, I turned it on and it worked!!
I continued to use it for a couple more years, the body wearing it's scars with pride...
I still have it today, although it has been converted to Infrared by Life pixel and is in semi-retirement.