So the Priest and Rabi are on the 9th hole next to the interstate and about to tee off and this funeral procession passes by and the Rabi drops his club and drops to his knees and starts praying what appears to be a most sincere prayer in front of his golfing companion.
"Gee", the Father exclaimes. "I'm really touched by your sensitivity and caring, taking the time from your game to pray for a lost soul".
"Yep", replies the Rabi, getting to his feet, "We were married for 43 years and I feel I have to show some respect".