Worst day of golfing

Bill and John went out golfing Saturday morning like they normally do.  When Bill got home late that night, his wife asks him where he has been.

"I was out golfing with John like I always do."

His wife says, "You are normally home before now. What took so long?"

"You wouldn't believe it," relies Bill.  "We just got to the third hole and John has a heart attack and dies."

"Oh my that is terrible."

Bill looks at his wife and says, "You're telling me.  For the next 15 holes it was hit the ball, drag John, hit the ball, drag John."