Y. BB King, the pope and eddy.

Dave had a stonker of an idea, fast approaching his fortieth
birthday he decided to ask his life long pals Mike and Eddy on a trip
to rome, Dave was a very cultered chap, however mike was the sensible
type, and eddy was just plain bonkers, you know the school loony type
who would put red match heads in the blackboard eraser, or drink
ink,
and so it was he asked his pals and they all agreed to daves stonkingly
good idea,
"we shall have to go to the vatican" said dave "to see the pope, you
know you have to see these legendary guys before they pop thier clogs"
"much like i keep meaning to see B.B.King",
"cool" said the boys, and there and then they set the date for the
trip.
The big day had arrived, and the entrepid trio had landed safely in
rome,
"shall we make a proper itinery" mike asked,
"screw that" said eddy, "we should see the pope now, he's a very old
man and who knows tomorrow could be to late",
with daves agreement they set off for the vatican.
When they arrived at the vatican a huge crowd had gathered to see the
pope who was due to make an appearence at the papal balcony,
"shit! look at all these people" said eddy,
"wheres the toilets, i need a leak badly",
"a leak" said dave you've got to be joking""there are no toilets in st
marks square",
mike suggested eddy take a pee by the wall behind the vatican,
"no problem" he said and scurryed off for a quick pee,
whist having a pee up the perimeter wall eddy was alerted to the sound
of a big black car driving up to the side entrance, and a sombre
looking chap in a black coat got out and rapped on the door, he was met
by one of the papal guards, eddy overheard thier conversation, "you can
pick up the popes body now, but under no circumstances are you to tell
a soul, we can't announce the death until tomorrow in case the crowd go
frantic with grief, we will tell them he's not coming out cos he has a
cold,"
eddy was horrified , not because off the popes death but because he'd
pissed on his shoes whilst intently listening to the guard, he ran
quickly to his friends, to remind them to book B.B. King tickets before
even that was too late,
eddy told them but instead of the expected reaction mike had the most
sensible idea,
"Exellent" "nobody knows about this which means niether do the betting
offices in england""we should send eddy on the next plane home, he can
tell the wives sell all three of our houses, all three cars, any
possesions we all own, empty our bank accounts and put the whole damn
lot on a bet that the popes death will be announced tomorrow",
"COOOOOOOL" said eddy and dave and they sped to the airport,
"right, get home, you do all that we said and phone us at the hotel
when they announce on the news the popes death, then come over with the
wives and the dosh and we can all be rich forever" said dave,
so eddy arrived back, and within seven hours had got six hundred
thousand pounds together to put on at 600 to 1.(don't ask how you sell
three houses etc in that time but this is only a story after all)
The next day right on time it was announced on the news that pope
wotsisname the third was dead, and in a hotel room somewhere in rome
the phone rang, "Hello, eddy, did you do it? have they announced it?
said dave, "that's yes to both said eddy", and at that point dave and
mike went wild, "we are rich" shouted mike , "beyond our wildest
dreams" he shouted, but eddy was'nt quite so jubilant,
"what is it eddy why aren't you exited?said dave,
"well errrm, eeerm". i like kind off done it in a double with the arch
bishop of canterbury...."

Eddy never did live to see B.B. King