*Bertha and Betty *
Two 90-year-old women, Bertha and Betty, had been friends most of their lives. When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day. One day Betty said, "Bertha, we both loved playing Mah-Jongg all our lives, and we played most of our adult lives. Please do me one favor: When you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's Mah-Jongg there." Bertha looked up at Betty from deathbed and said, "Betty, you've been my best friend for many years now. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly after that, unfortunately Bertha died. A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Betty, Betty." "Who is it," asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?" "Betty -- it's me, Bertha." "You're not Bertha. Bertha just died." "I'm telling you, it's me, Bertha," insisted the voice. "Bertha! Where are you?" "In heaven," replied Bertha. "I have some really good news and a little bad news." "Tell me the good news first," said Betty. "The good news," Bertha said with joy and enthusiasm, "is that there's Mah-Jongg 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, no aches or pains. Better still, it's always Springtime and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play Mah-Jongg all we want, day or night and we never get tired." "That's fantastic," said Betty. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?" "You're in our foursome Tuesday." |
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