An 80-year-old man goes in for a checkup.
The doctor says, “I’m amazed. How do you keep in such great shape?”
The guy says, “I’m a religious golfer. I get up before dawn, I pray, I play 18 holes, I have a beer. All is well.”
Doctor says, “That’s good, but you must have good genes. Tell me, how old was your father when he died?”
“Good heavens! Who said my father died? He’s 99 years old. He’s a golfer too. I played golf with him this morning. We prayed together, played eighteen holes, had our beers, and enjoyed the day!”
“Okay, but listen, the genes have gotta be part of it. How old was your grandfather when he died?”
“My grandfather is still alive. He’s 118 years old. He loves golf, the pre-game prayers and especially the nineteenth hole, where he talks about his game and has a beer.”
“And I suppose he played golf with you today?” the doctor asked sarcastically.
“No, Grandpa couldn’t play today because he’s getting married tonight.”
“Getting married?! Why on earth would an 118-year-old man want to get married?”
“Who says he wants to? His mother made him!”
