Joe looked up at Mike from his death bed, cleared his throat and whispered hoarsely "Mike, you've been my best friend all my life. If it's at all possible, if there’s any way, of course I'll let you know." And with those last words, Joe passed from this world. Mike said a quiet farewell to his old friend, called the nurse then with a heavy heart he slowly made his way home. It was going to be an emptier world from now on.
"Who is it?" he demanded of the dark, "Who the hell is it?"
"Mike, it's me, Joe."
"It can’t be. Joe just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe."
"Joe! Where are you?"
"In heaven," said Joe’s disembodied voice. "I have some good news and some bad news."
"The good news," replied Joe, "is that there IS rugby in heaven.”
"That's fantastic," said Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! Thank you, old friend for letting me know.” He paused for a moment to ponder the news then remembered: “So, Joe, it sounds wonderful, but it can’t be all roses; what’s the bad news?”
Joe’s voice came again from the dark: "You're in the team for this Saturday."