The story is told of a couple of old guys playing a golf course as a funeral procession passed by on a nearby road. One duffer took off his hat and stood at something akin to attention, with the hat over his heart, as first the hearse, then the rest of the procession passed by. After the last car passed, he put his cap back on and turned his attention to his putt. His companion remarked, “I had no idea you had such respect for the dead.” “Well, I should,” the old man said as he calmly putted out, “I was married to her for 68 years.”
The story is told of a couple of old guys playing a golf course as a funeral procession passed by on a nearby road. One duffer took off his hat and stood at something akin to attention, with the hat over his heart, as first the hearse, then the rest of the procession passed by. After the last car passed, he put his cap back on and turned his attention to his putt. His companion remarked, “I had no idea you had such respect for the dead.” “Well, I should,” the old man said as he calmly putted out, “I was married to her for 68 years.”