Good idea. Not from my dad but an older friend.
Two 90 year-old buddies, Bob and Bill, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bill was dying, Bob visited him every day.
One day Bob said, “Bill, we both loved the outdoor sports all our lives. We both started fishing in your daddy’s pond at age 6. We took the safety course together and started deer hunting at age 14. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's fishing and hunting there.”
Bill looked up at Bob from his deathbed and said, “Bob, 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, Bill passed on.
At midnight a few nights later, Bob was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, “Bob, Bob.”
“Who is it?” asked Bob, sitting up suddenly. “Who is it?”
“Bob wake up -- it's me, Bill.”
“You can’t be Bill. Bill just died.”
“I'm telling you, it's me, Bill,” insisted the voice.
“Really? Bill? Where are you?”
“In Heaven,” replied Bill. “I have some really good news and a little bad news.”
“What’s the good news?” asked Bob.
“The good news,” Bill said, “is that there's outdoor sports 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 never rains. It’s really great. One guy brings the eats, another brings the beer, and we use the third guy’s boat to fish. And best of all, we can hunt or fish all we want, and we never get tired. And, you should see the size of the whitetail bucks up here”
“That's fantastic, said Bob. “It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?”
“You’re buying the beer Monday.”
