This is the only joke I have ever been able to remember in my whole life:
Bob and his buddies Jim, Ted, and Fred, lived to play golf. Rain or shine, hot or cold, every Saturday they teed off at the country club.
One Saturday, however, Bob came home a little late.
"How was golf today, dear?" his wife asked him.
"Oh, it was okay," he said, "only, Jim died on the 5th hole."
"Oh, no, that's terrible!"
"Yeah, it was. We had to hit the ball, drag Jim, hit the ball, drag Jim. . ."