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."