Two old chaps, Mike and Joe, have been friends all their lives. When it is clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. One day, Mike says: "Joe, we have both loved rugby all our lives, and played regularly together. Please do me one favour: when you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there." Joe looks up weakly from his bed: "Mike, you have been my best friend for many years. I will do that for you." Shortly, Joe passes on. A couple of nights later, Mike is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and voice calling to him: "Mike, Mike." "Who is it?" asks Mike. "Mike, it's Joe." "Joe, where are you?" "In heaven," replies Joe, "and I have good and bad news. "Tell me the good news first." "Well, there is rugby in heaven, and better still, all of our old friends who went before us are playing, and we're all young again. Even better, it is always spring, and we can play every day." "That's terrific. And the bad news?" "You are in the team for this Saturday."