A picture of him that was hanging on his parents' wall would always wind up tilted. Whenever his parents straightened it, they would come back to find it askew yet again. I think they left it alone after that.
My friend was a huge fan of the Mustang redesign that came about in 1993. After he died, his parents were talking about getting a new car. It was between a Camaro and the Mustang he so loved. Whenever they called Chevy dealerships about Camaro, the lights in the house would go off. When they would call Ford dealerships, the lights came back on. They got a Mustang.
A little backstory on this one... my friend had a degenerative disease that kept him from being able to walk fully. Throughout high school, he was on crutches. When he got to college, he was remanded to a wheelchair. But he never let it affect him whatsoever. He did anything and everything he could with what he had. And one of his biggest passions was the band KISS. He went to every show he could go to and purchased any piece of memorabilia he could find. Shortly before his death was when the Soul Asylum song "Black Gold" became popular. There is a line in the song that says, "I don't care 'bout no wheelchair, I got so much left to do with my life." When he died, I wrote that line on an index card, laminated it, and put it inside the side pocket of a case of KISS cassettes he owned that his mother gave to me. The next summer, when I came back from school, I drove out to the cemetery where he was buried. It was right next to a railroad track and you had to drive over a bridge over the tracks to get to the cemetery. As I went over the bridge, I put my hand out the window, waved to the cemetery, and said, "hey Mike, I'm finally here to see you." As soon as I said that, the radio died. Complete silence. Nothing played for the next two minutes as I circled around to the front of the cemetery and entered the gate. As soon as I crossed into the gate, the radio came back on. I visited with him for a while and went back to my car. When I started the car, the radio came on and it was playing "Black Gold" right at the point in the song when they say the line that I used to remember him. After that song ended, right at the gates of the cemetery again, a KISS song came on the radio. I looked out the window and said, "thanks Mike. That's enough for now."