Two ninety-year old men, Moe and Sam, have been friends all their lives. Well, it seems that Sam is dying, so Moe comes to visit him.
"Sam," says Moe. "You know we have both loved baseball all our lives. Sam you got to do me a favor. When you go, somehow you've got to tell me if there's baseball in heaven. "Sam looks up at Moe from his deathbed and says, "Moe, you've been my friend many years. This favor I'll do for you." And with that, Sam passes on.
It is midnight a couple nights later. Moe is sound asleep when a distant voice calls out to him.
"Who is it?" He sits up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Moe, it's Sam."
"Come on. You're not Sam. Sam died."
"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's Sam."
"Sam? Is that you? Where are you?"
"I'm in heaven," says Sam, "and I've go to tell you some good news and some bad news."
"Tell me the good news first, Moe says.
"The good news," Sam tells him, "is that there is baseball in heaven."
"Really?" says Moe. "That's wonderful. But what's the bad news?"
"The bad news," says the voice, "is that you're pitching Tuesday."