The only one that I could think of was that the day my mother passed, the lights in our house kept turning on and off in weird ways. For example, my wife checked our bedroom fan light three times before she left that day, and the light was on each time, even though she KNEW it was off when she left he room, and the kids were all downstairs putting on their shoes.
Some very weird things happened after Mom passed, too. Mom had always fought against selling our California house, but then, the minute she passed, someone bought the house next door, two brothers in construction. They told their realtor, who is a friend of my aunt's, that they had commented that they wished they could get a house nearby for the other brother. Within a few days, they'd presented my aunt with a very good offer in today's market, and they gave her EVERYTHING she wanted in the offer, including allowing her to rent back for two months for $1 (houses in this area rent for $40K a MONTH during the summer), which she hadn't even asked for. Dad said it was like she was releasing the house upon her death. You have to understand, my aunt is a COMPLETE OCD neat freak, and the idea of strangers tromping through her house while it was on the market COMPLETELY freaked her out. Having a buyer just fall in her lap is like a dream come true, and the fact that it would happen within a week of my mother's passing is just weird. The house next door had belonged to a friend of the family who had passed a couple years before, and two or three times, contracts had been offered and then fallen through for one reason or another. The fact that it had to wait until my mom passed and our house was available for two brothers to buy BOTH houses, my dad says, is Jou-Jou pulling strings from up above. Not supernatural, I must admit, but an awfully strange confluence of events, you must admit.
