Two 90 year old men, Nev and Vic, have been friends all their lives. Vic is
dying, and so Nev comes to visit him every day.
Nev says "Vic, you know we both love our cricket and that we played together
for so many years. When you get to Heaven, can you somehow let me know if
there's cricket in Heaven?"
Vic looks up and says, "Nev, we've been best mates for many years. If it is
at all possible, I'll do this for you."
Shortly after that, Vic passes on. It's midnight a couple of nights later
and Nev is sound asleep. He is awakened by a blinding flash of white light
and a voice calls out to him, "Nev....Nev...."
"Who is it?" says Nev sitting up suddenly.
"Nev, it's me, Vic."
"Come on. You're not Vic. Vic just died."
But the voice insists "I'm telling you it's me, Vic!"
"Vic ? Is that you? Where are you?"
I'm in heaven," says Vic , "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good
news and a little bad news."
"So, tell me the good news first," says Nev.
"The good news is that there is cricket in heaven. Better yet, all our old
mates who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young
men again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or
snows. And really best of all, we can play cricket all we want, and we never
get tired!"
"Really?" says Nev, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest dreams!
But, what's the bad news?"
"You're opening batsman next Tuesday".
