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. "This seat is empty"
"This is incredible," says that man. "Who in their right ming would have a seat like this for the final game of the Stanley Cup Playoffs 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 together since we got married in 1967."
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone else, a friend, or a relative, or even a neighbor to take this seat?"
The man shakes his head, "No, they're all at the funeral."