NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

Thursday, September 25, 2008

A LITTLE CORNER OF HEAVEN

Jack and Charlie

Two 80 -year-old men, Jack and Charlie, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Jack was dying, Charlie visited him every day. One day Charlie said, 'Jack, we both loved playing golf most our lives, and we played many years, and on many different courses. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's a golf course there.'

Jack looked up at Charlie from his death bed and said, 'Charlie, 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, Jack passed on. At midnight the following Friday, Charlie was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Charlie, Charlie, my dear friend.' 'Who is it?' asked Charlie, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?' Charlie -- it's me, Jack.' 'You're not Jack. Jack just died.' 'I'm telling you , it's me, Jack,' insisted the voice. 'Jack! Where are you?' 'In Heaven,' replied Jack. 'I have some really good news and a little bit of other news.' 'Tell me the good news first,' said Charlie. The good news,' Jack said, 'is that there's Golf in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. 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 golf all we want, and we never get tired.' 'That's fantastic,' said Charlie. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the other news' 'You're in our foursome Tuesday.'

Now, see, this is what I've been telling you all, "No Crying at my Funeral."
I do have some reservations though. I hate golf. But I do love pinochle and beer; bridge and scotch and Bourbon and ceviche with fresh chips.

Now I know what I'm going to get when I go to heaven.

And you all thought I had no sense of humor.

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