It's Game 7 of the NBA Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at the third row in front.
He sits down, but notices that the seat in front of him is empty. He leans over and asks the guy next to the seat if someone will be sitting there. "No" says the guy. "This seat is empty."
"Unbelievable," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the NBA Final and not use it?"
The guy says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first NBA Final we haven't been to together since we got married."
"Oh, I'm so 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 guy shakes his head. "No,” he says. “They're all at the funeral."
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