Strange: Running into the owner of our favorite neighborhood bar at a house party.
Stranger: Being invited to said party by two guys we met that used to live in the house in which we now live.
Strangest: Learning that the great-aunt of one of those guys died in the bedroom we now sleep in. (Quietly in her sleep we are told, not bludgeoned to death. Thank god.)
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