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Phil and Dave went for a game of golf one Saturday afternoon, but Phil was under strict instructions from his wife to be back by four o'clock because she wanted him to take her shopping. Four o'clock passed, so did five o'clock and six o'clock. Eventually Phil arrived home at seven.

"Where on earth have you been?" she screamed.

"Honey," said Phil, "a terrible thing happened. We made it to the first green when Dave dropped dead of a heart attack."

The wife felt guilty. "That's awful," she said.

"You're telling me," said Phil. "The rest of the round it was hit the ball, drag Dave, hit the ball, drag Dave . . ."