>A guy named Bob receives a free ticket to the Super Bowl from his
>company. Unfortunately, when Bob arrives at the stadium he realizes
>the seat is in the last row in the corner of the stadium - he's closer
>to the Goodyear blimp than the field.
>
>About halfway through the first quarter, Bob notices an empty seat 10
>rows off the field, right on the 50 yard line. He decides to take a
>chance and makes his way through the stadium and around the security
>guards to the empty seat. As he sits down, he asks the gentleman
>sitting next to him, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" The man
>says no.
>
>Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob again
>inquires of the man next to him, "This is incredible! Who in their
>right mind would have a seat like this at the SuperBowl and not use it?"
>
>The man replies, "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 been together at since we got married in
>1967."
>
>"Well, that's really sad," says Bob, "but still, couldn't you find
>someone to take the seat? A relative or close friend?"
>
>"No," the man replies, "they're all at the funeral."
>