I moved to a new city, called a number about renting a flat, the woman on the other end of the phone had the same accent as me. We realised we had been great pals in high school. I rented her flat for 6 months. She had been fucked over so many times for rent and me being there for 6 months and actually paying meant she had enough to renovate a little and sell the flat after i left.
Ten years later, same woman had moved back home. She contacted me on facebook to say she had received a letter she though was meant for my (dead) father, who had the same initials and surname as her and had lived 3 miles along the very rural road. She sent me the letter and it turned out to be his penion policy from the 80's. My brother and i have received letters today telling us we're getting a little pot of money each.