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The golfer has been playing all afternoon. He gets to the 17th hole and on the road to the right of the hole he sees a rather long funeral procession. He gets out of the cart takes his hat off, faces the funeral caravan and puts the hat over his heart and bows his head. His golfing buddy gets out of the cart and asks why he is paying respect. He says “well, we were married for forty years, it was the very least I could do! Then hit his approach to the green.