A man looks around at a sold out game of cricket at the Sydney Cricket Ground (much smaller than the MCG!) after noticing one solitary empty spot right next to him. An old man two seats across has placed his coat and newspaper across it, as if to show that it is his. Pretty sure this must be the only spare seat in the whole ground, he leans across and starts a conversation.
“I can’t help but notice that this seems to be the only remaining chair in the whole ground,” he says. “Is it yours?” The elderly man replies, “Sure is.”
“I don’t understand,” the first guy continues. “This game is sold out and you’ve got two seats.”
“Sure,” the old man says. “I used to come to a game every Summer with my wife, but she died recently and I bought these two seats a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” persists first guy. “I’m surprised, though, that you couldn’t find an eager relative or friend to give it to.”
“Not possible,” the old man says. “They’re all at her funeral.”