It’s the AFL Grandfinal and a man makes his way to his seat right
on the wing. 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 AFL
 Grandfinal and not use it?”
The neighbour says “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was
supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first AFL Grand
Final we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1967.”
 “Oh … I’m 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, they’re all at the funeral.”