MANY years ago, decades in fact, I had just went home with current girlfriend to her apt. Once inside I headed to the defecation chamber to relieve "that uncomfortable feeling" that had been building for a bit.
Once inside, I turned around and unbuckled my belt, the right end of which, being weighted down by my holstered Combat Commander, slipped out of my hand. Freed from the restraint of my hand, and accelerated by the weight of the holstered pistol, the end of the belt slipped through the first loop. This, in turn, freed the holstered Combat Comander to flip around, fly off the end of the belt and plop into the (clean,fortunately) toilet.
SPLASH!
Chit! (NO not YET! Get the damn gun out first..)
Retrieved the pistol, set it on the counter, then took care of business. (You can assume all manner of cussing and yelling, causing girlfriend to come to the door asking was I OK and if she needed to call 911)
After the paperwork was done, moved to the kitchen table with paper towels, an old blouse and sewing machine oil. While I was stripping the pistol and drying the pieces, she made herself useful (once she stopped laughing) and got out a hair dryer to dry the holster.
Within an hour or so, everything was dried lubed and back together. The rest of the evening I'll leave to the imagination.