The police are called to an apartment and find a woman standing over a lifeless man, holding a bent and twisted five-iron. The detective asks, “Is that your husband?”

“Yes,” replies the woman.

"What happened?" the detective asked.

"He said I was cheating," the woman said.

"Sleeping around," the detective responded.

"Oh, no. At golf."

"At golf?" the detective asked.

"At golf," she responded.

“And so you hit him with the golf club?”

“Yes, I did,” sobs the woman.

“How many times did you hit him?” asks the detective.

“I don’t know,” she replies, “Five, six, maybe seven times. Oh look, just put me down for four.”