Two 80-year-old men had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bob was dying, JIM visited him every day.
One day JIM said, "BOB, we both loved playing golf all our lives, and we started playing soon after high school.
Please do me one favor: when you get to heaven,somehow you must let me know if there's golf there."
BOB looked up at JIM from his deathbed and said, "Jim, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
Shortly after that, Bob died.
A few weeks later, Jim was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Jim, Jim ."
"Who is it," asked Jim, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Jim-- it's me, Bob"
"You're not Bob . Bob just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Bob," insisted the voice.
"Bob, Where are you?"
"In heaven," replied Bob. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Jim.
"The good news," Bob said with joy and enthusiasm, "is that there is golf in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here too. Even better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always Summertime and it never rains.
And best of all, we can play golf all we want, and we never get tired. " And we get to play with all the Greats of the past.
"That's fantastic," said Jim "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"