(a bit of thread creep here)
I am reminded of the story of the two men playing golf one hot summer day. They were about to hit their drives off the 4th tee, when a funeral procession appeared and all of the cars were driving slowly, with headlights on and police escort leading the queue, down the road running parallel to this tee, about 30 yards away.
The golfer who was on the tee, suddenly stopped his ball addressing, and stood straight up, and removed his hat, and held it over his heart, in a moment of observance.
His friend was very impressed, and complimented him on his humility and decency in deferring to the funeral procession.
As soon as the funeral passed, the guy on the tee, looked at his friend and thanked him for his words, and meekly said:
''It's the least I could do. We were married almost 39 years.''