Two ninety-year-old men, Nev and Vic, have been friends all their lives.
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Vic is dying, and so Nev comes to visit him every day.
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>"Vic," says Nev , "You know how we have both loved cricket all our
>lives, and how we played together for so many years. Vic, you have to do me one favour. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will, somehow you've got to let me know if there's cricket in Heaven."
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>Vic looks up at Nev from his death bed, and says, "Nev , you've been my best riend many years. If it is at all possible, I'll do that for you."
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>It is midnight a couple of nights later. Nev is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calls out to him, " Nev.Nev."
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>"Who is it?" says Nev sitting up suddenly.
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>"Who is it?"
"Nev , it's me Vic."
"Come on. You're not Vic. Vic just died."
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>"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Vic!"
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>"Vic ? Is that you? Where are you?"
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>"I'm in heaven," says Vic, "and I've got to tell you, I've got really good news and a little bad news."
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>"So, tell me the good news first," says Nev.
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>"The good news is that there is cricket in heaven. Better yet, all our old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play cricket all we want, and we never get tired!"
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>"Really?" says Nev , "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest
>dreams! But, what's the bad news?"
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>"You're opening the batting next Tuesday."
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At that time we were having very nice sunny days here too 
2007-05-24 @ 19:53