The Last Photo

A couple of years ago a friend of many years called Ruby informed my wife and I that her Brother who lived in Ireland had just died. We had met him once some time before. Ruby asked me to design and print some small cards as a memorial to her brother. They would be given to people attending the funeral. I was given a photo of her brother who was by all accounts a character. For the front of the card I asked her what sort of picture what would be appropriate. She told me that her brother had always liked the sea. I borrowed a book of photographs of Ireland with hundreds of photo's in and selected a phot of an Irish Lighthouse with the waves crashing over it. I printed out a number of copies of the memorial card for distribution at the funeral which took place in Ireland. On her return Ruby told me from another brother that the last photograph of her dead brother was taken in a small boat. Shortly before the photo was taken her brother had spilt some gravy or soup onto his white shirt. In order to hide the stain when his photo was taken he had picked up a photograph and held it in front of the stain. Needless to say the photograph he held was of the same lighthouse that I had selected for the memorial card. Random chance or something else?, I have no idea.