Two ninety year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives. It seems that Sam is dying, so Moe comes to visit him.
“Sam,” says Moe, “you know how we have both loved baseball all our lives. Sam, you have to do me one favor. When you go, somehow you’ve got to tell me if there’s baseball in heaven.”
Sam looks up at Moe from his death bed and says, “Moe, you’ve been my friend many years. This favor I’ll do for you.” And with that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight, a couple of nights later. Moe is sound asleep when a distant voice calls out to him, “Moe…. Moe….”
“Who is it?” says Moe sitting up suddenly. “Who is it?”
“Moe, it’s me. Sam.”
“Come on. You’re not Sam. Sam died.”
“I’m telling you,” insists the voice. “It’s me, Sam!”
“Sam? Is that really you? Where are you?”
“I’m in heaven,” says Sam, “and I’ve got to tell you, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” says Moe.
“The good news,” says Sam “is that there is baseball in heaven.”
“Really?” says Moe, “That’s wonderful! What’s the bad news?”
“You’re pitching Tuesday!”