A man of advanced years is sunbathing by a pool. His costume is tight and white. This man has lived.
He has an iPhone 7. He turns up the speakers, because the iPhone 7 has new, more powerful stereo speakers. Oddly, the suddenly loud sound of Arturo Sandoval's "La Virgen de la Macarena" bothers no one.
Perhaps this man owns the whole resort. Perhaps he is the local mayor, mafia don, drug lord or soccer team coach.
The man leaves his iPhone on the table at the side of his lounger. It sits amid a little water that came from, oh, a splashing diver or, perhaps, a member of the film crew.
We never really know.
He climbs up to the top diving board. Still the music plays loud.
We see that the water puddle around the phone has gotten slightly bigger. But it's a sunny day and no one has been diving. Everyone is focused on our hero.
He jumps. The music still plays. His phone gets splashed a little, but not too much.