A man arriving for the Grand Final in Melbourne is surprised to find the seat beside his empty. Tickets for the Grand Final are sold out weeks in advance and empty seats unknown. So he says to the man on the other side of the seat: 'Excuse me, do you know why there is no one in this seat?' 'It was my wife's,' answers the second man, a touch wistfully, 'but I'm afraid she died.' 'Oh, that's terrible. I'm so sorry.' 'Yes, she never missed a match.' 'But couldn't you have given the ticket to a friend or relative?' 'Oh no. They're all at the funeral.
A man attending the Grand Final in Melbourne is taken aback to see an empty seat next to him, especially since tickets are usually sold out well in advance. Curious, he asks the man seated beside him about the empty spot. The man reveals that the seat belonged to his wife, who has passed away, evident in his tone that carries a hint of nostalgia.
The conversation turns somber as the first man expresses his condolences. The second man explains that his wife was an avid fan who never missed a game, but he couldn't pass on the ticket to others because they were attending her funeral instead. This unexpected twist highlights the deep connection sports have to personal life and loss.
