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Two 90-year-old Men, Ken and Alf had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Ken was dying, Alf visited him every day.
One day Alf said, 'Ken, we both loved playing Football all our lives, and we played all through our School lives. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's Football there.'
Ken looked up at Alf from his deathbed and said, 'Alf, 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, Ken passed on.
A few nights later, Alf was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Alf, Alf.'
'Who is it', asked Alf, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Alf -- it's me, Ken.'
'You're not Ken. Ken just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Ken,' insisted the voice.
'Ken! Where are you?'
'In Heaven,' replied Ken. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' said Alf.
'The good news,' Ken said, 'is that there's Football in Heaven. Better yet all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, 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,' said Alf. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're In Goal on Tuesday.'
When it was clear that Ken was dying, Alf visited him every day.
One day Alf said, 'Ken, we both loved playing Football all our lives, and we played all through our School lives. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's Football there.'
Ken looked up at Alf from his deathbed and said, 'Alf, 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, Ken passed on.
A few nights later, Alf was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Alf, Alf.'
'Who is it', asked Alf, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'
'Alf -- it's me, Ken.'
'You're not Ken. Ken just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Ken,' insisted the voice.
'Ken! Where are you?'
'In Heaven,' replied Ken. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'
'Tell me the good news first,' said Alf.
'The good news,' Ken said, 'is that there's Football in Heaven. Better yet all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, 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,' said Alf. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'
'You're In Goal on Tuesday.'
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