Two  90-year-old  women, Rose and  Barb had been   friends all of their  lives.  When  it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited  her every day.  One  day Barb said, 'Rose, we both loved  playing  women's softball all our lives, and we played  all through High School. Please  do me one favor:  when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me  know if there's women's softball  there.'   Rose  looked up at Barb from her deathbed and said,  'Barb, 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, Rose passed  on.   A  few nights later, Barb was awakened  from a sound  sleep by a blinding flash  of white light and a  voice calling out to  her, 'Barb,  Barb.'   'Who  is it', asked Barb, sitting up  suddenly. 'Who is  it?'   'Barb  -- it's me, Rose.'   'You're  not Rose. Rose just  died.'   'I'm  telling you, it's me, Rose,' insisted  the  voice.   'Rose!  Where are you?'   'In  Heaven,' replied Rose. 'I have some  really good  news and a little bad  news.'   'Tell  me the good news first,' said  Barb.   'The  good news,' Rose said, 'is that there's  softball  in Heaven Better yet all of our old  buddies who  died before us are here, too.  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 play softball all we want,  and we  never get  tired.'   'That's  fantastic,' said Barb. 'It's beyond  my wildest  dreams! So what's the bad  news?'   'You're  pitching Tuesday.'   Life  is uncertain - eat dessert  first.