Near Death, Seeing Dead People May Be Kind of Chill

Chatting with the dearly departed? Who doesn't? 

My maternal Zaidy z"l used to sit in his chair conversing to himself, or so we thought. 

We asked him who he was talking to and he told us the Moloch Hamoves (the Angel of Death), and he was chuckling because the Angel said it's his time, but he wasn't ready to go. So they would chat about it. 

My Zaidy wanted to make it to 100, but obviously his negotiations with the Angel of Death were not successful after he turned 96. 

Still a good life, from escaping the shetls of Poland-imagine the fate that would have met him at Jedwabne, his home town, to being a tailor in Canada (Tip Top) and raising a family in Canada. He was a simple man who was very flawed, but pious and I remember him quite fondly.