When my aunt was little her friends’ father had died. During his life, the deceased neighbor was known as a nice, good-natured, good-humored family man. When the tragedy struck, the unfortunate children came over to spend the night. My grandmother made the bed, lined up the little kids like sardines and, soon after, they were asleep. Sometime during the night, my aunt awoke. To her horror, she saw the deceased sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to her feet.