“You can bet your boots we’re gonna miss him. He was a real good time Charlie.” Reg said to the bar full of people.

“Lift your glasses to Tony. May he rest in peace, since his life was war.” Reg lifted his mug in tribute.

“Tony’s not dead, you old fool!” shouted the bar maid.

“But he didn’t show up for drinks, so he must be dead.” said Reg.

“Don’t you read the papers? He won the lottery and took off to Jamaica.” Reg dropped his mug of beer as he heard her voice. Tony was his best friend and he didn’t even tell him.

The following week Reg read a postcard. “Don’t think I forgot you, you old fool. I always said I would send you a post card if I ever struck it rich. It’s boring without you. Your ticket to join me will be there in a few days. From your old pal, Tony. P.S. Don’t tell the bar maid I invited you instead of her.”