A man with tickets to the Super Bowl Final finds his seat and relaxes. As he sits down, a man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him.
“No”, he says. “The seat is empty.”
“This is incredible,” says the stranger. “Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl Final and not use it?”
“Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl Final we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1947.”
The stranger replies, “Oh…I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. Couldn’t you find someone else — a friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?”
The man shakes his head, “No. They’re all at the funeral.”
