I've just had a neighbour at the door, (bear in mind we've only been here a year, so don't really know each other that well).
She wanted to know if I'd consider doing a seance for her and some friends
After picking myself up off the floor, I asked her what made her think I did that sort of thing, so she told me about a conversation she'd overheard between my son and a couple of his friends while they, as young men seem to do regularly, had their heads under the bonnet of his car.
One of the boys had asked my son how I was doing with my "dead people". My son had replied that I seemed to spend most of my time in that room (our spare room = computer room) trying to find them, but I did sometimes seem to have a bit of success.
We had a cup of tea and a good laugh about it, but just wait till he gets home