Two old men, Peter and Sam, sit on a park bench feeding pigeons and talking about baseball. Peter turns to Sam and asks, "Do you think there's baseball in Heaven?"
Sam thinks about it for a minute and replies, "I don't know. But let's make a deal -- if I die first, I'll come back and tell you if there's baseball in Heaven, and if you die first, you do the same."
They call it a deal but sadly, a few months later, poor Peter passes on. Soon afterward, Sam sits in the park feeding the pigeons by himself when he hears a voice whisper, "Sam... Sam... ."
Sam responds, "Peter! Is that you?"
"Yes it is, Sam," whispers Peter's ghost.
Sam, still amazed, asks, "So, is there baseball in Heaven?"
"Well," says Peter, "I've got good news and bad news."
"Gimme the good news first," says Sam.
Peter says, "Well, there is baseball in Heaven."
Sam says, "That's great! What news could be bad enough to ruin that?"
Peter sighs and whispers, "You're pitching on Friday."