Two 90 year old men, Andy and Clint, have been friends all of their lives.
When it's clear that Andy is dying, Clint visits him every day.
One day Clint says, 'Andy, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we watched 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.'
Andy looks up at Clint from his death bed,' Clint, 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, Andy passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Clint is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Clint--Clint.'
'Who is it? Asks Clint sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Clint--it's me, Andy.'
'You're not Andy. Andy just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Andy,' insists the voice.'
'Andy! Where are you?'
'In heaven', replies Andy. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' says Clint.
The good news,' Andy 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 Clint. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're in the team for Tuesday!
When it's clear that Andy is dying, Clint visits him every day.
One day Clint says, 'Andy, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we watched 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.'
Andy looks up at Clint from his death bed,' Clint, 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, Andy passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Clint is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Clint--Clint.'
'Who is it? Asks Clint sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Clint--it's me, Andy.'
'You're not Andy. Andy just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Andy,' insists the voice.'
'Andy! Where are you?'
'In heaven', replies Andy. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' says Clint.
The good news,' Andy 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 Clint. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're in the team for Tuesday!
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