Sad Superbowl story

Settling unhappily into his Super Bowl seat, Himalayan high behind the end zone, Joe spots an empty seat low and on the 50-yard line.

He descends to it and asks the man seated next to him why the wonderful seat is unoccupied.

The man says: It’s mine.
I was supposed to come with my wife, but she died.
This is the first Super Bowl since 1967 we have not attended together.

Joe says: But couldn’t you find a friend or relative to come with you today?
The man replies: No, they’re all at the funeral.

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Reminds me of the old joke: Four friends played golf every Saturday morning. While on the 12th hole, one guy sliced his ball right just short of the fence which ran parallel to a boulevard. While addressing his ball, a funeral procession came by and he stopped what he was doing, doffed his hat and stood with it over his heart until the procession had passed. When he got up to the green, one of his buddies said, "That was a very polite thing you did back there, Joe."
Joe replied, “Well, it was the least I could do. We’d have been married 33 years next Friday!”