”Please dear, I need help.” she said.
The husband ran off saying: “I’ll go get some help.”
A little while later he returned, picked up his putter and began to line up his shot. His wife, on the ground, raised up her head and said: “I may be dying and you’re putting?”
”Don’t worry dear. I found a doctor on the second hole who said he’d come and help you.”
”The second hole? When is he coming?”
”Hey! I told you not to worry.” he said, stroking his putt.
”Everyone has already agreed to let him play through.”