Mike and Joe, both 90, have been friends all their lives. When it’s clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day.

Mike: Joe, we both loved playing footy all our lives. Can you do me a favour? When you get to heaven, can you somehow let me know whether they play footy up there?

Joe agrees.

Soon after Joe dies, Mike is awakened by a blinding flash of white light and a voice. It’s not anyone’s voice. It’s Joe’s voice.

Joe: Mike, I’ve got some bad news and some awwwwwwesome news. It’s footy heaven up here! All our old friends who carcked it before us are here – and we’re all young again! Better still, it’s always spring time and it never rains or snows. But you know what’s best of all? We can play footy whenever we want and we never get tired.

Mike: That’s fantastic, Joe. Sensational. It is so all good.

Joe: Not really.

Mike: How come?

Joe: You’ve been selected to play on Tuesday.