This is a true story, even though you might not believe it.  When I was a little girl, my family and I lived very close to my best friend.  Her grandpa lived in a small cabin on a hill right beside her house.  When he died, I offered to spend the night at my friend’s to comfort her.  Late that night, we headed outside to gather wood for the fire.  In the moonlight, we could clearly see her grandpa’s house.  Sitting on the porch of that cabin was her grandpa!  He was smiling and drinking a can of beer.  We ran back to the house as fast as we could.  I swear I heard him laughing as we bolted through her door.