Two 90 year old men have been friends all of their lives. When it’s clear that Fred is dying, Sam visits him every day.
One day while they’re reminiscing about past games Sam says, “Fred, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favor, when you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s rugby there.”
Fred looks up at from his death bed,” Sam, 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, Fred dies.
In the middle of the night, shortly afterwards, Sam is woken up by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling his name.
“Who is it? he says. “Who is it?”
“Sam, it’s me, Fred.”
“You can’t be Fred, he just died,” Sam says.
“I’m telling you, it’s me, Fred,” insists the voice.
“Fred! Where are you?”
“In heaven,” replies Fred. “I have some really good news and a little bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” says Sam.
“The good news,” Fred 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 Sam. “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”
Fred pauses, then says: ” Aw, mate you’re in the starting XV for Tuesday.”
