From the lighter side of golf, but not far from reality, I pass this along:
A man had two tickets for the Augusta Masters and had located himself with two seats in one of the best viewing spots.
Another man comes along and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him?
“No”, he says, “the seat is empty.”
“That is incredible!” said the man, “Who in their right mind would have a seat like this, the biggest, most exclusive golfing event of the whole world, and not use it?”
He says, “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. My wife always would come with me, but she passed away. This is the first Masters we haven’t been together since we got married.”
“Oh … I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. I guess you couldn’t find someone else? … a friend or relative or even a neighbor to take the seat?”
The man shakes his head …
… “No. They’re all at the funeral.”–