I ran into a golfer today who related a semi-sweet story. Several years ago he was golfing with his ageing father at Scarlett Woods Golf Course in Toronto. On the 17th hole Dad smacked a decent drive that hit a sprinkler head from the irrigation system. It took an aggressive forward trajectory resulting in a very pleased Dad who said this was his best drive in ten years. His second shot hit the lip of the bunker and took a crazy bounce 10 feet from the hole! Dad drained the birdie putt and noticed a pain in his left side. His son noticed this and suggested they leave the course. Dad said no as he was on a roll. The 18th hole was a par three and Dad soared past the green hitting a tree behind the green which took a bounce back on the green 5 feet from the hole. Dad putted in for his second birdie as pleased as punch and beaming with delight son and Dad headed home. Son was getting concerned about Dad’s pain thinking it might he a heart attack which it was so off son rushed Dad to the hospital where he died with his last words being “With those birdies I am ready to go.” He then smiled and died. As per his request his ashes were scattered by the tree he hit on the 18th hole.