My father in law lived with us briefly, just before he died. He had panceratic cancer, was the same age as Patrick Swayze, and outlived him by two days. He was a heavy smoker, and would sit on the front porch a lot, watching the cars go by, and puffing it up. He was in terrible pain.
After he died, we would randomly smell cigarette smoke in the living room, hallway, and sometimes on the front porch. It never lasted long, put was strong enough that it smelled like someone just lit one up in the room with you. We don't smoke, and nobody in our house ever brings one in.
We still get it from time to time, but not as often. In the first few months after he died, we'd sometimes get a rotten flesh kind of a stink. It really freaked Michele out. One time she said, "Stop it Dad, you're scaring me." It never happened again.
After he died, we would randomly smell cigarette smoke in the living room, hallway, and sometimes on the front porch. It never lasted long, put was strong enough that it smelled like someone just lit one up in the room with you. We don't smoke, and nobody in our house ever brings one in.
We still get it from time to time, but not as often. In the first few months after he died, we'd sometimes get a rotten flesh kind of a stink. It really freaked Michele out. One time she said, "Stop it Dad, you're scaring me." It never happened again.