I was about 12 and at my grandmother's house with her and my great grandmother. We were in the living room and grandma looks up and out of the window and says, "Look there's daddy sitting on the porch."
Gr. Grandma says: "Where?"
"Right there, can't you see him?"
"No, honey, I don't see him. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure he's wearing that hat."
Gr. Grandpa had been dead for 30 years.