I went to the Steelers game, and when I arrived, I realized that my seat is in the last row. After the game started, I noticed an empty seat right on the fifty-yard line behind the Pittsburgh bench. I made my way to the empty seat and said to the man sitting next to it, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
The man replied, "No, actually the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she died. This is the first Steelers game we haven't been at together since we got married in 1967."
"Well, that's terribly sad. But couldn't you find anyone else to take the seat? A close relative or friend?"
'No," the man replied. "They're all at the funeral."