Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of
their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him
every day.
One day Mike says, 'Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we
played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me
one favour, when you Get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if
there's rugby there.'
Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed,' Mike, you've been my best
friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour
for you.
Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound
sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to
him,
'Mike--Mike.'
'Who is it? Asks Mike sitting up suddenly.. 'Who is it?'
'Mike--it's me, Joe.'
'You're not Joe. Joe just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Joe,' insists the voice.'
'Joe! Where are you?'
'In heaven', replies Joe.
'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' says Mike.
The good news,' Joe says,' is that there's rugby in heaven. Better
yet, All of our old friends who died before us are here, too.
Better than that, we're all young again.
Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows.
And Best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get
tired.'
'That's fantastic,' says Mike. 'It's beyond my wildest
dreams!
So what's the bad news?'
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'You're in the team for Tuesday.'
