Bill and his buddy, Frank, have plans to play golf one Saturday afternoon. Before he leaves, Bill's wife reminds him that they have plans at 3:00 in the afternoon and that he needs to be home by then. Well, 3:00 rolls around, then 4:00, 5:00, and 6:00. Bill's wife is getting frantic. Finally, at 7:00, Bill arrives home. "Where were you?" cried his wife, "when you didn't show up for our plans, and then were so late, I was worried sick!" "Well," said Bill, "an absolutely terrible thing happened. We made it to the first green when suddenly Frank dropped dead of a heart attack." "My God, that's awful!" said his wife. "You're telling me," said Bill, "all the rest of the day it was hit the ball, drag Frank, hit the ball, drag Frank..."