I received this email from classmate John Ragatz, and thought it was worth sharing.  ChuckR:

“I was born in Wisconsin and raised as a spoiled Packer  fan winning Super Bowl I and II.  Never wore a Cheese head but always proud being a Packer fan. Needless to say, never quite this extreme but GO PACKERS tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A man had 50-yard line tickets for the Super Bowl. As he sits down,

another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to

him. “No,” he says, “The seat is empty.”

“This is incredible,” said the man. “Who in their right mind would have

a seat like this for the Super Bowl, the biggest sporting event in the

world, and not use it?”

He says, “Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come

with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we

haven’t been to together since we got married in 1967.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. But couldn’t you 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.”