It turns out that Henry had been the original owner of the house and had lived there for many years, back in the day when he could hop on his horse and ride down to the local pub. He had died in the house and never left because he could not find his horse.
We ask Henry if there was anything we could do to make his passing easier and he ask for a shot of whiskey and a cigarette. The moment he asked the room filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. We all gathered a took a hit of some 151 rum I carry for ceremonies and Tim grabbed a cigarette out of his truck, as he was coming up the stairs Henry said, hey whats that you have, that ain't no cigarette so Tim ripped off the filter and lit up. We all stood and had a last drink and smoke with Henry and he asked we call in a buddy of his. We lit a fire and waited for Henry to find the light. Before we knew it the flame flashed out and Henry was gone.
In the salt that we burned there was a heart shaped depression. I guess the cuntankorous old guy did have a heart and he left it in thanks for the helped we offered.
As we were clearing the rest of the house we discovered that the man who bought the house after Henry died had done a huge remodel and lost the house to the bank do to some gambling debts. He had also been abusive to his wife, Henry had wanted us to know that this was not his energy.