Sid won a ticket in a raffle to go to the FA Cup Final at Wembley. When he gets inside the stadium he realizes that the seat is quite low down at pitch level, right behind a bank of photographers restricting his view. About five minutes into the game, however, he spots an empty seat about ten rows up right on the half-way line. He decides to take a chance and makes his way through the stadium and around the security guards to the empty seat. As he sits down he asks the gentleman sitting next to him, “Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”
“No. help yourself,” he replied.
“This is incredible!” said Sid. “I wonder, who in their right mind would have a seat like this at the FA Cup Final and not use it?”
The man replies, “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me, I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first FA Cup Final we haven’t been to together since we got married in 1967.”
“Well, I’m really sorry to hear that,” says Sid, “but all the same, couldn’t you find someone to take the seat? A relative or a close friend?”
“No,” the man replies, “they’re all at the funeral.”