A husband and wife are on the 9th green when suddenly she collapses from a heart attack.
“Help me, dear,” she groans to her husband.
The husband calls 000 on his mobile, talks for a few minutes, picks up his putter, and lines up his putt.
His wife raises her head off the green and stares at him.”I’m dying here, and you’re putting?”
“Don’t worry, dear,” says the husband calmly, “they found a doctor on the second hole, and he’s coming to help you.”
“Well, how long will it take for him to get here?” she asks feebly.
“No time at all,” says her husband. “Everybody’s already agreed to let him play through.”