It was a conference title game, and the sportscaster had
mentioned several times that the place had been sold out long
before game time. As he called the play-by-play, however, he
kept noticing a single empty seat directly below his booth.
The empty seat was bothering him, so he sent an
assistant downstairs to find out what was going on.
"Pardon me, sir," the assistant said to the man sitting
next to the seat. "Do you happen to know why this seat is
empty?"
"Yeah. It's my wife's seat."
"And why is it empty?"
"She died."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. But couldn't you get a
friend to come to the game with you today?"
"Impossible," the man said. "They're all at her
funeral."
