The same four guys play golf every saturday for twenty years. One afternoon on the eighteenth hole, they can see the road, and there is a funeral procession going by. One of the golfers pauses, and tips his cap towartd the procession. Later at the 19th hole over drinks one of the other golfers tells the guy that he thought it was a nice gesture tipping his hat. The reply was, "Well, that's the least I can do...that was my wife's funeral."