I've heard the saddest story ever today.
My godaunt's old husband, Mike, a couple of years ago when he was still alive, he ate a lot of Chinese food and had very high blood pressure. Karen (my aunt) loved Mike, and he was best friends with my father.
One day when Mike was on a bus, he went into cardiac failure. He was standing up and couldn't keep his balance, very tipsy because he had no oxygen. Gasping for air as he was falling the bus driver thought he was drunk so threw him out of the bus. You know, you'd think that would be just enough. But no, no no no no. They formed a circle and pushed him around. Mike fell to the floor and died. Well, these people, if you could call them that, put him on the bus and said he died.
2 days later, my mom's best friend Hinildo said he talked to Mike spiritually. He saw Mike crying and asking why someone could do something like that to him. Keep in mind this was before anyone knew the truth of Mike's death, where everyone thought he just died peacefully.
A month after Mike's death, a man called my god-aunt and told her everything that happened.
I cried while writing this, and I cried very hard when I first heard it.
