Camera + Barren River Lake = Tragedy

Today I sat with a book in hand by the bank of the Rough River Lake. I arrived late yesterday evening for an advanced Reading/Writing institute at the Rough River State Park that will be going on for the next few days. Although there was a heat advisory out because of the near 100 degree weather, I was quite comfortable for the hour and half I sat under the shade of a small tree. I was very cautious today while lounging by the lake. I managed to keep all of my possessions clear of the water which was not the case last Wednesday.
My ultimate water tragedy happened. I was fishing at the Barren River State Park. Yes, I know it is strange and out of the ordinary for me but it was one of those excursions again. After we had been fishing for about an hour and half I sat down after baiting my hook with the millionth nightcrawler of the day (I only caught a tiny bluegill the whole time, which was one out of the three that was caught all day from the whole group that was there). I sat down pretty close to the water and as soon as my tale hit the ground I heard a clink, clink, clink, splash. My camera, which had been in my pocket, the camera I take everywhere, capture all of my memories with, and received as my only spontaneous surprise from Bryan fell into the water. Immediately I started jumping up and down while screaming "please save my camera!" I know I looked ridiculous, but I felt like a part of me was drowning. My middle school buddy took his shoes off, got in the water, and retrieved my camera. With water dripping from every nook and cranny, I immediately tried drying it off. I tried turning it on a few minutes later and nothing happened. It was dead. I stayed composed the rest of the time we were at the lake and during the carpool ride back to the Housing Authority, but as soon as I got in my own car, the tears started gushing. I had to leave for a meeting in Louisville that next hour so I headed over to Bryan's work to tell him goodbye and hoped that I would receive some comforting. I didn't tell him over the phone that there was anything wrong so as soon as he sat down in the car, he started asking questions.
The conversation went something like this:
I held out my camera and said through my sobbing, "I dropped my camera in the lake."
B: "What were you doing at the lake?"
S: "I was fishing."
B: "You were fishing? Why were you fishing?"
S: "It was part of my class and I dropped my camera in the lake and now it won't work." (still sobbing)
B: "It's just a camera. We can buy a new one."
S: "I take it everywhere."
B: "It will be ok." (hug)
S: "It will not be ok!!!!"
B: "You're being kind of ridiculous. Do you know that?"
S: "I don't care."
B: "Ok, well I will see if I can fix it, but I have got to get back to work now."
S: "Ok, bye."

As you can tell from the conversation I was not taking my loss of my camera very well and Bryan did not provide much comforting because I was being a little ridiculous. I got home and via webcam talked to my professor, mentioned that I dropped my camera in the lake, and she told me she would buy me a new one. I felt a little better and I am very grateful. I am still recooperating from my loss but hopefully soon I will be back to my picture taking self again.