An old woman had tickets to the Super Bowl right at the 50-yard line. As she sits down, a man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to her. "No," she says, "the seat is empty."
"This is incredible," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl and not use it?"
"Well, actually,” says the old lady, “the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my husband, but he passed away. This is the first Super Bowl 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 woman shakes her head. "No, they're all at the funeral."