Mike and Joe were best friends. They played football every single week for nearly 50 years. As they were getting older, they had an argument about whether people play football in heaven. So they agreed that whoever dies first will come back in a dream and let the other one know if they really do play football in heaven. Shortly after that, Joe passed away. He kept his promise and visited Mike in a dream.
“Mike, Mike.”
“Who is it?” asks Mike sitting up suddenly.
“Mike, it’s me, Joe.”
“You’re not Joe. It’s not possible!”
“I’m telling you, it’s me, Joe.”
“Joe! Where are you?”
“I’m 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 is,” Joe says, “that there is football in heaven. All of our old friends are here too. Better still, it’s always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play football 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?”
“You’re playing tomorrow,” replied Joe.