I grew up in a religious home. The after life was cut and dry as either Heaven or Hell. So the following scares the crap out of my family, but gives me a chuckle. They think they know how everything works as opposed to accepting the mysteries of the universe. My brother in law was dying of cancer. My dad, a pastor, went to see him on Sunday afternoon. My BIL asked what the church had going on that week. My dad pulls out his pocket calendar and tells him. BIL says "So Wednesday is free?" It was the only day that week nothing church related was happening. He died on that Wednesday. Several times over the years since, the phone at the church or the parsonage will ring, but the caller id is blank. We answer, and its my BIL's voice asking what the church has going on that week.