A hearse, followed by a number of vehicles full of mourners, drove in procession past a golf course.
On the 18th hole, one of the golfers stopped his swing, stood respectfully, and put his hand over his heart until the procession was out of sight.
"That was a really nice gesture." One of his companions said.
"It's the least I could do," the golfer said, "she was my wife."
On the 18th hole, one of the golfers stopped his swing, stood respectfully, and put his hand over his heart until the procession was out of sight.
"That was a really nice gesture." One of his companions said.
"It's the least I could do," the golfer said, "she was my wife."
Dying to live, living to die.