Betty and Bertha
Two 90-year-old women,
Bertha and Betty, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bertha
was dying, Betty visited her
every day.
One day Betty said, "Bertha,
we both loved playing softball
all our lives,
and we played all through high school.
Please
do me one favor: When you
get to heaven,
somehow you
must let me know if there's women's softball there."
Bertha looked up at Betty
from her deathbed and said,
"Betty, 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, Bertha died.
A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep
by a blinding flash of white light
and a voice calling out to her, "Betty, Betty."
"Who is it," asked Betty, sitting
up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Betty -- it's me, Bertha."
"You're not Bertha. Bertha
just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me,
Bertha," insisted the voice.
"Bertha! Where are you?"
"In heaven," replied Bertha.
"I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first,"
said Betty.
"The good news," Bertha said
with joy and enthusiasm, "is
that there's women's softball
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
Springtime and it never rains
or snows.
And best of all, we
can play softball all we want,
and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," said Betty.
"It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
Life is uncertain -
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