Mark, an avid golfer, was late coming home from his weekly game.
As he dragged himself wearily through the door, his worried wife met him. "Honey," she said, "How was your game? Why are you so late?"
"Well," he replied, "this had to be the worst, hardest game of my life. Joe died out there on the golf course. Just had a heart attack at the second hole and then died."
"Oh, no!" she cried. "How awful for you! He was your best friend! No wonder you are late....."
"Yes, the ordeal really wore me out," he said, "the whole rest of the game it was hit the ball, drag Joe, hit the ball, drag Joe..."
