A man goes golfing every Sunday morning and is usually home in time for lunch. Until one Sunday when his wife found herself waiting well past noon with no sign of her elderly husband. She wrapped up his lunch and put it in the fridge to stay fresh, busying herself with chores and growing more anxious as the afternoon wore on.
Finally, he pulled into the driveway and she ran out to meet him. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Well, Walter had a heart attack on the third hole,” he replied. “Just keeled over and died right there on the spot!”
“Oh no, that’s terrible!” the wife exclaimed.
“Yeah, so for the whole rest of the day it was ‘hit the ball, drag Walter. Hit the ball, drag Walter…’”
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