Four guys are playing golf when a funeral procession drives by on the road alongside the golf course. The first golfer drops his club and says, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He runs to the top of a nearby hill, takes off his hat, and bows his head for a full five minutes as the cars drive slowly by. When the final car passes, he puts on his hat and trots back down the hill to the rest of the foursome.
“What was that all about?” ask the other golfers.
“It was the least I could do,” explains the first golfer. “We were married for forty years.”