Two ninety-year-old best friends, Mike and Joe, had played football together every single Saturday for decades.
When Joe was sadly on his deathbed, Mike held his hand and made a solemn request. “Do me one favor, buddy. If there’s football up in Heaven, find a way to let me know.”
Joe smiled weakly. “You’ve been my best friend for life. If I can find a way, I promise I will.”
A few days later, Joe passed away.
Shortly after, in the middle of the night, Mike woke up to a brilliant, glowing light in his bedroom.
“Mike… Mike…” a voice called out.
“Who’s there?!” Mike gasped, rubbing his eyes.
“It’s me, Joe.”
“Joe?! Is that really you? Are you actually in Heaven?”
“Yes, I am,” Joe replied. “And I have some good news and some bad news for you.”
Mike smiled with relief. “Oh, tell me the good news first!”
“The good news,” Joe beamed, “is that there is indeed football in Heaven! The pitches are perfect, the weather is beautiful, and we all get to play forever with our young bodies!”
Mike laughed with pure joy. “That is absolutely amazing! So, what could possibly be the bad news?”
Joe paused, looking at his friend sympathetically.
“You’re penciled in as the starting quarterback for this Saturday’s game.”
