Two 90 year old men, Mike and Mozart, have been friends all of their lives. When
it's clear that Mozart is dying, Mike visits him every day.
One day Mike says, "Moz, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played
rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favor, when you
get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there."
Mozart looks up at Mike from his death bed," Mike, you've been my best friend
for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you".
Shortly after that, Mozart passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Mike -- Mike."
"Who is it? asks Mike sitting up suddenly.
"Who is it?"
"Mike -- it's me, Mozart."
"You're not Mozart. Mozart just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Mozart," insists the voice.
"Moz! Where are you?"
"In heaven," replies Mozart. "I have some really good news and a
little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Mike.
"The good news," Mozart 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 Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So
what's the bad news?
"You're in the Starting XV for Tuesday."
