John, Tom, Paul and Sam are playing golf one spring day, walking the course and chatting among themselves as golfers are want to do. It was a great day with pars, bogies and doubles liberally spread amongst the group.

As they arrived at the 11th green, nestled into the corner of the course at the intersection of two busy streets, John removed his hat and lowered his head as a large funeral procession passed by.

The other members of the foursome were more than a little impressed. John, Paul said. that is one of the nicest gestures I have ever seen. Most golfers would have putted out and gone on their way.

John looked up at the group with a tear in his eye. Its the least I could do, He replied. we would have been married twenty six years this Thursday.