My friend grew up in Jerusalem, and he took piano lessons 3 times a week.  Usually he would take busses, but in October, by the time his Friday lesson would be finished, the busses had stopped running for the Sabbath and he would have to walk home.  

The closest route was through the cemetery at Sanhedria, and he stood long at the gate as it became dusk and wondered what to do.  Then he entered, and was grateful to see an elderly man walking the same path.  “Why don’t we walk together?” the man said, and they began to chat as they strolled.  The boy told him of his piano lessons, of his coming bar mitzvah, and the time passed quickly. 

As they were nearing the exit gate, the old man said, “You were very brave to walk through here at this time of day.  You must have been frightened.”

“How did you know?” asked the boy.

“I was afraid too, when I was alive.”