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Softball in Heaven

dailychuckleTwo ninety-year old women, Joan and Sally, have been friends all their lives.

It seems that Sally is dying, so Joan comes to visit her. "Sally," says Joan, "You know how we have both played and loved softball all our lives. Sally, you have to do me one favor. When you go, somehow you've got to tell me if there's softball in heaven?"

Sally looks up at Joan from her death bed and says, "Joan, you've been my friend many years. This favor I'll do for you." And with that, Sally passes on.

It is midnight a couple nights later. Joan is sound asleep when a distant voice calls out to her, "Joan.... Joan...." "Who is it?" says Joan sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

 

"Joan, it's Sally." "Come on. You're not Sally. Sally died."

"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Sally!" "I'm in heaven," says Sally, "and I've got to tell you, I've got some good news and some bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," says Joan.

"The good news," says Sally, "is that there is softball in heaven."

"Really?" says Joan, "That's wonderful! What's the bad news?"

"You're pitching Tuesday!"

 

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