Golfing Buddies

Fred, a golfer, died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The
morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two
best friends, Daryl and Robert. The three men had always done everything
together, golfing constantly at their club.
Daryl arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
Daryl said, "Yup, his face is burnt up pretty bad. You better roll him
over." The mortician rolled him over, and Daryl said, "Nope, that ain't
Fred." The mortician thought that was rather strange.
Then he brought Robert in to identify the body. Robert took a look at
the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over." The
mortician rolled him over and Robert said, "No, it ain't Fred." The
mortician asked, "How can you tell?"
Robert said, "Well, Fred had two assholes." "What? He had two
assholes?!" said the mortician. Yup, everyone knew he had two assholes.
Every time we went into the clubhouse, folks would say, "Here comes Fred
with them two assholes.