...Rose and Barb had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives. Please do me one favor, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball there."
"Barb, if it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly after that, Rose passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a voice calling out to her, "Baaaarb, Baaaaarb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb.
"It's me, Rose."
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven, dummy" replied Rose. "I have some good news and a little bad news."
"What's the good news?"
"Barb, there IS softball in Heaven, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, we're all young again, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. Best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic, so what's the bad news," asked Barb.
"You're pitching on Tuesday."
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