Can confirm. I lost my wife to cancer 5 years ago when she was 38. At my one of my lowests points, soon after her passing, I sent my 10 year old son to a friends house to get his mind off stuff and to have some fun, and to just let myself explode with grief without him seeing it. I was stewing in my misery watching tv deep into the morning. Balling my eyes out. I started talking to my wife and the lights on the ceiling fan came on as did the fan. I thought that maybe I sat on the remote, but it was on the counter. I proceed to turn it off, and it flashed/flickered and came on again, this time just the light. I started to talk with her and reassured her that we missed her, and I would do everything I could to ensure our son would have a good life, and that we would always honor her with that goal in mind. With that, the light turned off. I cried like I had never before, but I felt at peace that she heard me. The light and ceiling fan never did anything like that again. She was very spiritual and left this earth with a gracious peace and love for God when most would have been extremely bitter. I know that she watches over us and is proud of where we are today even though I took many rough roads to get here.