Two 90-year-old men, Mike and Ted, have been friends all of their lives. When it’s clear that Ted is dying, Mike visits him every day.
One day Mike says:
“Ted, we both loved motorcycles all our lives, and we rode every Sunday together. When you get to heaven, do me a favor: somehow let me know if they have motorcycles up there.”
Ted looks at him and says:
“Mike, you’ve been my best friend for years. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do it.”
A few days later, Ted passes away.
One night, Mike is sleeping when he hears his friend’s voice:
“Mike… Mike!”
Mike sits up: “Ted, is that you?”
“Yes, I’m in heaven,” Ted says. “And I have some good news and some bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” Mike says.
“The good news,” Ted replies, “is that there are motorcycles in heaven. All the great bikers are here, and we can ride forever.”
“That’s wonderful!” says Mike. “So what’s the bad news?”
Ted sighs:
“You’re scheduled for next Thursday.”
