Two retired men were sitting in the bar at their local golf club, after an appauling round, in

rainy, cold miserable conditions, with a pint of beer each.


"That was awful today," said the first man, staring at the table through his pint glass.


"Yeah, it was the worst I've ever played," replied the second.


"I wonder, do you think they have golf in heaven? I hope so. Just imagine it, the lush rolling

hills, crystal clear lakes, immaculate greens, perfect conditions for golf. A heavenly course."


The second man looked at him, and thought for a moment. After a minute or so, he spoke.

"Well, my sister is a psychic. We could get her to make contact with some people in heaven,

find out about the facilities."


"Great," exclaimed the first man.


"Well," continued the second man, "I'll find out, and I'll talk to you next Sunday when we

play."


***The Next Week***


"So, did you speak to your sister?"


"I sure did, and she managed to get in touch with a few folks up in heaven", said the second

man. "However, there's good news, and, I'm afraid, there's bad news."


"Well, tell me the good news first," said the first man.


"The good news is that there is awesome golf courses in heaven, just as we envisaged it.

lush hills, crystal clear lakes, the lot."


"..and the bad news?" said the first man, his voice more hesitant


"The bad news is, you're off the first tee 9am tomorrow morning."