Two old friends were playing eighteen on one of the worst courses they knew, simply because it was the first to open for the season. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Bob was about to tee off, when, just beyond the chainlink fence, on the adjacent avenue, a hearse went by, followed by twenty or thirty cars of the funeral procession.
Bob held is club down alongside one leg, removed his hat, put it over his heart, and bowed as the procession rolled by. As soon as it had passed, he put his hat back on, and started to get back into his stance.
His friend Bill was impressed. "I had no idea you were so devout!"
"Well," Bob replied, "she was a good wife."
Ba-da-bing.