As a funeral train passes by a golf course, a golfer on one of the greens stops, stands at attention with hat held over his heart as the hearse goes by.
Then he goes back to lining up his putt. His playing partner remarks how that was the nicest gesture he’d ever seen, to show such respect for the dead.
The first golfer sinks his putt and says, “Well, she was a good wife for sixteen years.”
