reminds me of a couple of golf tales:
George was heading out to play his weekly round of golf with his buddy Fred, when he found his way blocked by his wife. "You can't go play today! We've got that fund-raiser with my parents this afternoon! You promised you'd help MONTHS ago!"
"Relax, honey, Fred and I are only going to play one round, I'll be back by noon." After several minutes of argument, his wife finally relented, and George headed out to meet Fred at the club.
Noon rolls around, and George hasn't made it home yet. 12:30, 1PM, no George. His wife finally storms out to her scheduled appointment, vowing vast and painful retribution on her wayward husband.
Later that night, around 10PM, George finally staggers home, dirty, sweaty, and thoroughly exhausted. His wife immediately tears into him about keeping promises and being late and what was he doing all this time?
"Sweetheart, lemme tell you what happened to me today. We'd started off well, were on the seventh hole, when all of a sudden, right there on the tee, Fred dropped dead of a heart attack." His wife gasped, all sympathy and support now. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry! I didn't know! It must've been horrible, you two were so close!"
George is nearly in tears by this point. "You can't even imagine, Sweetheart....the rest of the day, it was all 'hit the ball, drag Fred...hit the ball, drag Fred....'"
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Two older gentlemen are out playing golf one day when a funeral procession slowly makes its way down a nearby street. The first golfer solemnly takes off his hat and holds it over his heart, standing ramrod straight until the last of the cars had passed by. His buddy was moved. "I'll be danged, that was some display of respect!" "Well, its the least I could do...we were married for 57 years!"