The empty seat

[FIREDOG]

Last month a friend on mine had won a free ticket to the superbowl on a local radio station. I saw him yesterday and asked him it went, and here's what He said:

Well, freebie stuff just ain't what ya think. When I finally found my seat, it was so high up in the nose bleed section that I could barely make out the players on the field.
But during the first quarter I noticed an empty seat in the box seating area down at the fifty yard line. It remained empty well into the second quarter, so, I thought I'd try to get passed security and grab the seat.
I managed to sneak through the gates and past several security guards but finally arrived to take my new seat. But, I was somewhat concerned about the older gentleman sitting in the adjacent seat. Would he become angry and call security? I finally mustered the courage to inquire about the empty seat.

"Excuse me", I asked, "Is this seat yours?"

"It's my wife's seat, I suppose" he replied.

"Your wife's, well, was she ill and unable to attend the game?"

"No, no, she passed away".

"passed away?"

"Yes, you see, we've always had season tickets here with options on all the post season games. I guess I'm just so used to her being here with me."

Wow, I thought to myself, what love & dedication! "Well, certainly you could have found a relative or close friend to come with you, don't you think?"

"No," he replied, "They all went to the funeral"

[Breslauer]

Here is proof that the world is full of loving, caring husbands;

Seems George was playing his usual eighteen holes on Saturday afternoon. Teeing off from the 17th, he sliced into the rough over near the edge of the fairway. Just as he was about to chip out, he noticed a long funeral procession going past on a nearby street. Reverently, George removed his hat and stood at attention until the procession had passed. Then he continued his game, finishing with a birdie on the eighteenth. Later, at the clubhouse, a fellow golfer greets George.
"Say, that was a nice gesture you made today, George.
"What do you mean?" asked George.
"Well, it was nice of you to take off your cap and stand respectfully when that funeral went by," the friend replied.
"Oh, yes," said George. "Well, we were married 22 years, you know."