On the way to the hospital, her car breaks down, and ten feet in front of the car are two ravens eating a dead rattlesnake. Weirder, but still within reasonable coincidence standards.
When she returns to her house after the funeral, there’s another dead snake on her front porch. I think this one was a rat snake, but at this point it’s getting pretty fucking weird. She calls my uncle again, and he gets rid of it.
Then, the next morning, she walks outside to get the paper, and there’s a fucking buzzard ten feet in front of her porch eating a dead snake. According to her, it just stared at her for a couple of minutes then flew off. We all hate her at this point, but I remember her telling the story and seeing the look of fear in her eyes and having any remaining doubt that she had killed my grandfather removed.
I’m an atheist and think it was all just an amazing coincidence, but thinking about it still kind of gives me the willies.”