Death
Courtesy of the Mrs - my father-in-law's mother was very poorly and approaching the end. She'd lived in the west country but had moved into a nursing home in Surrey so the family could look after her in her last days as dementia was setting in. Her husband had died years beforehand, and in her later years she'd grown close to a friend, named Bill.

Anyway, my father-in-law visited her and used to get frustrated at her senile stories, correcting her mistakes and picking her fantasies up - as is his way, he's not one for "yes, dear, that's nice".

So the family found out that the old friend, Bill, had died one day. My father-in-law decided not to tell his mother, after all, she's on the way out, there was no need. Next visit, he's at her bedside and she says "I saw Bill the other day, he came to see me". My father-in-law, not saying as word about the death, did his usual thing "No you didn't, Bill's down in Somerset, he's not here", getting frustrated.

His mother replied "Yes, he came here to see me. He told me not to worry, it doesn't hurt".

Apparently his blood ran cold.
(TheCrownPrinceOfZanzibar, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 19:43, Reply)