the game

It's Game 7 of the Stanley
Cup Final, and a man
makes his way to his seat
right at center ice. He sits
down, noticing that the
seat next to him is
empty. He leans over and
asks his neighbor if
someone will be sitting
there. "No" says the
neighbor. "The seat is
empty." "This is
incredible," said the man.
"Who in their right mind
would have a seat like
this for the Stanley Cup
and not use it?" The
neighbor says, "Well,
actually, the seat belongs
to me. I was supposed to
come with my wife, but
she passed away. This is
the first Stanley Cup we
haven't been to together
since we got married."
"Oh, I'm so 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 man shakes
his head. "No,” he says.
“They're all at the
funeral."