My story isn't actually my story, but that of my best friend Margaret. It is so perplexing that we haven't been able to find an explanation, but I wanted to share it here.
Margaret goes every Saturday to lay flowers on the memorial to her mother in the local crematorium grounds. Nearby to this spot she always used to notice another small stone with names on, but until this particular day she had never paid it much attention. Margaret visited the crematorium one month ago to lay flowers as usual. When she stood up and turned round, there was a middle-aged man in a checked shirt standing smiling, so she engaged him in conversation. He said that his name was Michael and pointed to the small stone nearby, mentioning that he came every Saturday to leave flowers on the combined memorial to his mother-in-law and wife - 'Anita and Jenny'. He seemed knowledgeable about the cemetery and told my friend to visit the grave of Max Miller while she was there. Then he said he had to leave and walked away.
Curious, my friend walked over to the stone near her mother's to see the memorial to 'Anita and Jenny' for herself. Firstly she noted that there were no fresh flowers on the grave, only some very old plastic tulips. Then she read the inscription on the stone. It read 'In loving memory of Anita and Jenny' and then underneath that 'And loving son-in-law, Michael.'
She has gone back every Saturday since and never met Michael again. There are still no fresh flowers on the grave. We can only assume that she actually did see a ghost, one who perhaps hadn't yet accepted that he was dead. It still makes my hair stand up on my arms when I think of her experience in the cemetery.