When growing up I had a aunt that always told me when she passed away she hoped to come back as a dog. She passed away from cancer and was cremated and taken to Wytheville, Virginia where she wanted he ashes spread on my grandfathers grave. After the service the family was standing in front of the church and I looked over to my grandfathers grave and there sitting in the middle of his grave was a Jack Russell Terrier looking over at us.
