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Two guys are out on the golf course on a bright Saturday morning, chatting and laughing as they move from hole to hole.
By the time they reach the 8th tee, they’re right along the edge of the course where a quiet country road runs past.
Birds are chirping, the sun’s warm, and the smell of freshly cut grass hangs in the air.
Just as one of them steps up to take his shot, a long line of cars comes slowly down the road — a funeral procession.
The guy at the tee pauses mid-swing, takes off his cap, and stands solemnly with his head bowed until the last car passes.
His buddy watches, genuinely moved by the unexpected gesture.
“That’s damn decent of you, mate,” the friend says softly, a touch of admiration in his voice.
The golfer slips his hat back on, sighs, and says, “Least I could do. I mean… I was married to her for 20 years.”
