Two 90-year-old men, Bob and Dave, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Bob was dying, Dave visited him every day. One day Dave said, “Bob, we both have been shoot our whole lives, and we hunted all through high school. Please do me one favor: When you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there is trapshooting there.” Bob looked up at Dave from his deathbed and said, “Dave, 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, Bob passed on. A few nights later, Dave was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him. ”Dave, Dave, wake up." “Who is it?” asked Dave, sitting up suddenly. “Who is it?” “Dave, — it’s me, Bob.” “You’re not Bob. Bob just died.” “I’m telling you, it’s me, Bob,” insisted the voice. “Tell me the good news first,” said Dave. “The good news,” Bob said, “is that there is trapshooting 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 shoot all we want, and it's free.” “That’s fantastic,” said Dave. “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?” “We pre-squadded. You’re on our squad this weekend.”
