This is a personal one - happened to my father in law
My father-in-law had a really close relationship with his dad, he was a WW2 pilot in the British RAF and lived until the ripe old age of 90-something. When he passed it fractured his relationship with his siblings because his father left all his money/estate to my father-in-law as my father-in-laws dad believed he had earned it.
So anyways - like 5 years or more later my father-in-law and his siblings finally get back to speaking terms, and it is realized that after the funeral it was apparent that someone had taken the ashes and urn, but no one in his family could remember who it was that took them - my father-in-law felt guilty for years because he could never properly honor his dads wishes to have his ashes spread at an airfield.
So it had been like 10 years since his grandpa had passed and one christmas my father-in-law decides to take out his dads dogtags and pass them around and show them, tell his old war-tales of his fathers and shit...then he passed them to this one lady, a family friend who they knew for years.
she touches the dogtags and immediately looks at my father-in-law and says " Thrillhouse-father-in-law....your fathers ashes are at your sisters house...they are up high and covered by something."
my father-in-law is taken aback and like "oh...k?"
so naturally my father-in-law tells his sister to look in her house up high because thats where the ashes are
sure enough a couple months later his sister calls him and says, "Thrillhouse'-father-in-law....i found them....they were up high...and covered with a blanket...next to a box of all our dads war photos"
my father-in-law then went back to the lady and was like "my sister found them....how did you know? or what made you say that?"
and she says, "i touched the dogtags and your father spoke to me and said, Thrillhouse'-father-in-law stop worrying, my ashes are here"