The Smith foursome teed off at 7:05 and were going down the first fairway when a storm appeared overhead, four bolts of lightening came down and struck them all dead. Next thing they new they were at the pearly gates looking at the gate keeper.
"Ah yes," said the gate keeper, "the Jones foursome, right on time."
"Excuse me" says one of the golfers, "we're the Smith foursome."
"You can't be" says the gate keeper, "didn't you tee of at 7:05?"
"Yes we did" replies one of the golfers, "but we're not the Jones foursome. They we're late and teed off right behind us."
"Well, this won't do." replied the gate keeper, "I'm going to have to send you back, and to make up for your trouble I'll grant you one wish."
The golfers huddled up and eventually announced "we would like to back as transvestites."
"Why?" asked the gate keeper.
"Well, that way we can tee off from the reds, but still chase the ladies!"