Nev and Vic – two ninety year old's have been life-long friends. Vic’s dying and Nev’s visiting him every day.

“Vic,” says Nev, “You know how we love cricket and how we played together all those years. Vic, will you do me a favour.

When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to Heaven, somehow can you let me know if there’s cricket in Heaven.”

Vic looks up at Nev from his death bed, and says, “Nev, you’ve been my best friend all these years. This favour you ask, if it’s possible, I’ll do it.”

Shortly after, Vic passes on. Its midnight a couple of nights later and Nev is sound asleep when he’s awakened by a blinding flash of light.

A voice calls out to him, “Nev….Nev”

Sitting bolt upright, Nev says “Who’s that?” “Nev, it’s me, Vic.” “No. You’re not Vic. Vic died.” I’m telling you,” insists the voice. “It’s me, Vic!” My mate Vic? Where are you?”

“I’m in heaven. I’ve got good news and some bad news.”

“Great. What’s the good news” “There really is cricket in heaven. All our old buddies who’ve gone before us are up here too. Better still, we’re all young men again. It’s always spring time and it never rains or snows. Best of all, we can play cricket all we want. We never get tired!”

“Really?” says Nev, “That’s fantastic … wonderful … beyond my wildest dreams!

But … what’s the bad news?”

“You’re opening the batting Tuesday”.