I went to dentist at 1 p.m. to get my final permanent crown put on and the dentist dropped it... down my throat. She looked very panicked. I didn't know what was going on, only that she was instructing me very fimly to "cough it up and to do it NOW."

My instinct was to swallow that jagged not-so-little tooth, but I complied. Sort of using my hands to physically push the tooth up my neck, coughing violently, until the tooth flew from my mouth into my hands, where I kindly handed it back to the dentist. The incident was never talked about or brought up again during the rest of the crowning ceremony.