Here's a 'feel-good' story (Compared to some of your freaky ones..) My grandmother (mother's mother) passed had passed away while I was still a kid. A couple of days before passing, she told mum she would come and check up on her as a butterfly, and make sure all was well. The day after she had passed, my mother went to retrieve the mail. As she opened the mailbox, a butterfly flew out of the box, landed on her for a moment, then flew off on its way. I was a summer camp counselor throughout high school. Without fail, late each summer I would have a large (4-5" wingspans) butterfly or moth land on me and stay put for a while. The kids would touch, poke and pet it, and they would just sit there. The last summer I worked there, a bright yellow and olive-brown moth landed on me, largest moth I'd ever seen. Its wings were larger than my hand. This moth clinged right to my chest for well over an hour as we hiked about. Eventually as we walked past a pond, it flew off into the reeds.