A man sits down in his center ice seat to watch game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs, noticing the seat beside his is empty, and stayed that way through the entire first period. Finally, he leans over and asks the man on the other side of it, “Is anyone sitting there?”
“Nope,” the man shook his head. “It’s going to stay empty.”
“That’s incredible! Who in their right mind would have a seat at center ice for the final game of the Cup finals and not use it?!”
“Well, actually, the seat belongs to my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Stanley Cup game we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1958.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s terrible! But couldn’t you find anyone else to come tonight… a relative, or friend?”
“Nah… they’re all at the funeral.”
