From Ronnie: I do excavation work and have my own company. I dig in and build rural water and sewer systems amongst other things that come along. One of those other things is digging graves from time to time. I live in a small oil field, farming and ranching town and pretty much know everybody in the surrounding area. Anyway, a lifelong friend`s wife had passed away and the family asked that I dig the grave. I told them I would be honored to do so. Now, keep in mind her husband had passed away about four and a half years prior to her passing. With all this said, my helper and I dug the grave for my recently deceased friend alongside her husband`s. Now, like I said, these people were life long friends of mine. We were just about done with the grave. All that was left was to get all the measurements right and finish off the bottom of the grave. I stood up and looked down from the back of my backhoe while my helper was bent over measuring the dimensions of the grave. As I looked up I saw the deceased woman's husband standing there along with a life long working partner of his - also deceased - in living color. Frank and his friend Mick were standing there with thier hands crossed in front of them, looking up at me with smiles on their faces and nodding their heads in approval. I looked back down in the open grave looked back up and they were gone. But the kicker of all this is the way Frank was dressed. He was wearing a blue and white bib overall. Whereas Mick was wearing the everyday work clothes that he wore each day, right down to the shiney belt buckle he loved so much. I have asked a few around here if Frank had ever worn bibs in his younger years. But none could remember. You must remember these people were in their eighties when I asked them. That was four years ago and most of them have since passed on. Needless to say, I didn't do any more digging that day.