Heavenly Cricket
Two retired old men, Frank and Pete, are sitting on a park bench feeding the pigeons and talking about cricket, as they do nearly every day. Pete turns to Frank and asks, “Do you think there’s cricket in heaven?”
Frank thinks about it for a minute and replies, “I dunno. But let's make a deal: if I die first, I'll come back and tell you if there's cricket in heaven, and if you die first, you do the same.”
They shake on it and sadly, a few months later, poor Pete passes away. One day soon afterward, Frank is sitting there feeding the pigeons all by himself when he hears a voice whisper, “Frank... Frank...”
Frank replies, “Pete! Is that you?”
“Yes it is, Frank,” whispers Pete’s ghost.
Frank, still amazed, asks, “Well – is there cricket in heaven?”
“Ah,” says Pete, “I've got good news and bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” says Frank eagerly.
Pete says, “Well... there is cricket in heaven.”
Frank says, “That's great! What news could possibly be bad enough to ruin that!?”
Pete sighs and whispers, “You’re opening the batting on Saturday.”
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