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The apartment manager died.
He was a nice old guy and often said “good morning!” to the departing residents when he was cleaning in the morning. The local children adored him, and his funeral service was a terribly sad affair.
A few days later.
Numerous people claimed to have heard the manager greeting them as they left for work. The voice came from behind, like it always did as they left. “Good morning!”
This was the usual morning ritual, so without think they replied “good morning!” in return. When they turned around, they realised it was the voice of someone who had already passed on.
The greetings didn’t stop until two months later. This time he had finally passed on for real, and the apartment residents mourned for him once more.