Two ninety-year-old men, Joe and Jimmy, have been friends all their lives. It seems that Jimmy is dying, and Joe comes to visit him every
"Jimmy," says Joe, "you know how we have both loved cricket all our lives. Jimmy, you have to do me one favour. When you get to Heaven, and
I know you will go to Heaven, somehow you've got to let me know if there's cricket up there"
Jimmy looks up at Joe from his death bed, and says, "Joe, you've been my best friend for many years. This favour, if it is at all possible, I'll
do for you."
And shortly after that, Jimmy passed away.
It is midnight a couple of nights later and Joe is sound asleep.
Suddenly he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, "Joe.... Joe...."
"Who is it?" says Joe sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Joe, it's me, Jimmy."
"Come on. You're not Jimmy. Jimmy just died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Jimmy!"
"Jimmy? Is that really you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Jimmy, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and some bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Joe.
"The good news," says Jimmy "is that there is cricket in heaven. And all our old pals who've gone before us are here. Better yet, we're all young
men again. And it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. But best of all, we can play cricket all we want, and we never get tired!"
"Really?" says Joe, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
"You're opening the bowling next Tuesday"