"Two friends are on the sixth green, when, along a road beside the golf course, a funeral procession approaches. Without a word, Charlie drops his club, whips off his cap and stands with his head bowed until the cortège has passed.
Wow! exclaims his friend, What manners! And in the middle of the game too!
Well, it was the least I could do, murmurs Charlie, bending down to the line of his putt: We'd been married for 35 years.
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