Two 90 year old men, Tommy and Billy, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Billy is dying, Tommy visits him every day. One day Tommy says, 'Billy, we both loved football all our lives, and we played football 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 football there.'
Billy looks up at Tommy from his death bed, 'Tommy, 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, Billy passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Tommy is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Tommy--Tommy.'
'Who is it? Asks Tommy sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Tommy--it's me, Billy.'
'You're not Billy. Billy just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Billy,' insists the voice.'
'Billy! Where are you?'
'In heaven', replies Billy. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' says Tommy.
The good news,' Billy says,' is that there's football 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 football all we want, and we never get tired.'
'That's fantastic,' says Tommy. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're playing center half on Tuesday.'