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Two old men, Fred and Bill, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Bill is dying, Fred visits him every day.
One day Fred says, "Bill, 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."
Bill looks up at Fred from his deathbed, "Fred, 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, Bill passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Fred is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash
Of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Fred -- Fred."
"Who is it?" asks Fred sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Fred--it's me, Bill."
"You're not Bill. Bill just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Bill," insists the voice." "Bill! Where are you?"
"In heaven," replies Bill. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Fred.
"The good news," Bill says, "is that there IS rugby in heaven
Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here,
too. Better even than that, we're all young again.
Better still, it's always springtime 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 Fred. "It's beyond my wildest dreams!
So what's the bad news?"
"You're in the team for this Saturday."
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