It's Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at centre ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will be sitting there."No," says the neighbour. "The seat is empty.""This is incredible", said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs 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 Stanley Cup 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 neighbour to take the seat?" The man shakes his head "No, they're all at the funeral."
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I wandered, lonely, through the crowds, with tired and aching feet
Ticketless and down-in-heart when 'ere I chanced to meet
A man with kindness in his eyes who said "I got a spare"
Oh I thanked him there, down on my knees and I asked him "But from where"?
He told me then the saddest tale of how his wife and he
Were two debenture holders, north stand, block A, Row D.
But since the wife's poor mother died, she hasn't been the same
She doesn't feel like going now. I thought "What a shame"
But then I asked "Why pick on me? Don't the family want to go?"
He said "They do, but the kick-off's at 3 and the funeral's 10 to 4"