An old dying sweet millionaire with a suitcase full of money that no one else knows about.
He tells me to keep the suitcase. He also informs me that he was on his way to toss it over a bridge because he felt lead by a nagging spirit to do so. I respect his last dying wish and keep the case.

I use a very handy swiss army knife that I have on me to disessemble the escape hatch on the elevator. I escape. I then inform someone that he is in the elevator stuck and that I climbed out for help. Before we can get the doors to the elevator open, he has died. I attend his funeral where only five others had come. One tiny woman who was no taller than 3 feet, twins in their 80's from Coco, Florida, a rather robust gardener with an I-phone, the priest over seeing the services and me.