Jimmy and Joe were just about the biggest baseball fans in
America. They went to some 60 games a year. They even made
a pact that whoever died first would try to return in
spirit form and tell the other if there was baseball in
heaven.
Well, Joe finally died one summer night. A few nights
later, the sound of his voice woke Jimmy from a sound
sleep.
“Joe, is that really you?” Jimmy asked.
“Of course it's me.” Joe replied.
“I can't believe it!” Jimmy said. “So is there baseball in
heaven?”
Joe's voice came out of the dark. “I have good news and bad
news for you, Jimmy. Which do you want first?”
“Go ahead and give me the good news first, Joe.”
“There IS baseball in Heaven.” Joe replied.
“That's fantastic!” Jimmy said. “What could the bad news
be?”

“You're pitching tomorrow night.”