Two 90-year-old men, Bert and Ben, had been friends all of their lives.

When it was clear that Bert was dying, Ben visited him every day.

One day Ben said, "Bert, we both loved playing baseball all our lives, and we played all through high school, college and MSBL. Please do me one favor: when you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's men's baseball there."

Bert looked up at Ben from his deathbed and said, "Ben, 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, Bert died.

A few nights later, Ben was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Ben, Ben."

"Who is it," asked Ben, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Ben -- it's me, Bert."

"You're not Bert. Bert just died."

"I'm telling you, it's me, Bert," insisted the voice.

"Bert! Where are you?"

"In heaven," replied Bert. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."

"Tell me the good news first," said Ben.

"The good news," Bert said with joy and enthusiasm, "is that there's men's baseball 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 baseball all we want, and we never get tired."

"That's fantastic," said Ben. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?"

"You're pitching Tuesday."

Life is uncertain - Eat dessert first!!!