My Dad, every night had borrowed my flashlight to make sure the cars was locked up and all was right before he went to bed. Sadly, he died of a heart attack back in August of 1992.
The day after his funeral I was in my room, watching TV and noticed my flashlight was missing. My family looked everywhere. I took everything out of my dresser drawers, looked under the bed and everywhere. Well, we decided to go out and eat and when we got back I went into my room and almost passed out! There was my flashlight, right where I always kept it.
To this day we can't figure it out except to say dad borrowed it one more time.