An old man has front row, 50 yard line tickets for the Super Bowl. As he sits down, a younger man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him. “No,” the old man says, “the seat is empty.” “This is incredible,” observes the young man. “Who would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl, the biggest sporting event in the world, and not use it?” The old man admits, “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 we haven’t attended together since we got married in 1967.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. But couldn’t you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbor, to take the seat?” The old man shakes his head. “No, they’re all at her funeral.”
