Heard about the fellow who went golfing with his friend named George. On the third hole, George had a heart attack and died.
When the fellow got home, his wife asked him how the golf game went. He mentioned the heart attack of George.
She replied, "Oh, my how tragic for you. What did you do then?"
He answered, "Well, we had paid for 18 holes and so we just continued on with the round."
His wife said, "That must have been so hard for you."
He agreed. "It was. From the 4th tee on we'd have to hit the ball, drag George, hit the ball, drag George, hit the ball, drag George . . . "