Two old boys in a nursing home were discussing whether they would be able to play cricket when they got to the other side. So they decided that whoever went first would try to come back so as to let the other know.
Soon after, one of them died, and a few nights later his mate was just drifting off to sleep, when he heard a voice,
“Bill, it's me Fred. I've come back with some good news and some bad news. The good news is that God loves cricket, and we can play every day as the sun is always shining and it only rains at night so the pitches are always in perfect condition."
"That's great Fred, but what's the bad news?"
"You're down to open the batting tomorrow."