After the initial experience with my father on the morning of his death, I expected that I would have other incidences. I should disclose that two of my brothers and me have never seen "eye to eye" and we have been at odds for some time and were only sociable for my father's sake.
The farm home (which my father built from the ground up and was his pride and joy) would be the center of the incidences, but he also spread the mystery around during the week between his death and the funeral to other family members. During this week, the smell of his cologne was unbelievably present in the house. I opened windows (remember this is March in Canada!) to get rid of it... To no avail.
My other half even commented that the smell had become very strong in our pillows that we could not get it out with laundering. The third night after his death, the smell had just become overwhelming to me. I had been thinking "evil" thoughts for a few hours as to how I would finally end the ties with my one freeloading brother. As I was thinking this, the smell got stronger and stronger until I could no longer stand it.
I finally got up and went to the living room and sat in dad's chair. I said out loud "You let me do what I have to do!" The smell then subsided and I went to bed. In the morning, I went back into the living room with my coffee only to discover that the arm protector of dad's chair had landed 7 feet straight sideways from the chair, and a bottle of his pills had been "thrown" 4 feet away from the table that they were sitting on!
My other half tried to explain that I had done it, but after I explained that one or the other would have had to go through my body to get where they had to go, he quit. (Thankfully another later incident in the house would convince him that it was haunted).
Two days later was the day of the funeral. The farm house had been fairly quiet after that incident, but I am pretty sure dad had moved on to my brother's house in town. On the morning of the funeral, the first estranged brother of mine found 2 strange bottles of cologne in his master bathroom (no one would claim ownership to them).
Estranged brother #2 was getting ready for the funeral in the guest bathroom, and he found a pin on the vanity... A leprechaun with angel wings (we are of Irish heritage... Another trait that Dad was very proud of) and once again, no one knew where it had come from.
He had laughed at me for telling him what was going on at the farm until he had found that pin. He pinned it onto his suit and wore it to the funeral. I still have many stories to tell about the occurrences at the farm after the funeral, but I will save that for another day.