I think Erik Satie came back as a cat.
My wife has attended many classes in Tibetan Bhuddism recently. Our local lama has met his reincarnated former lama as a now-teenager. I maintain my scepticism about reincarnation, mostly because it makes more spiritual sense – and shows the universe to be a more transcendently just place – than I believe it is.
But piano-playing cats? What’s the saying? We marvel not that it is done well, but that it is done at all.
Or perhaps Satie came back as Moby. Proof?
Some real Satie, which is quite beautiful. I’m not sure why I’m picking on him.