Bob Probert's Wife Spread His Ashes In The Penalty Box Of Joe Louis Arena After The Final Game There

Bob Probert's family spread his ashes inside the Red Wings penalty box at Joe Louis Arena tonight, multiple players told me. pic.twitter.com/eFN7ZovT4K

— Brad Galli (@BradGalli) April 10, 2017

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— Lori Arnold (@yukernut) April 10, 2017

Admittedly, it's kind of strange to spread the ashes of your late, great significant other in the area that most people tried to avoid in a building that's about to be demolished. Joe Louis Arena may have looked like the stadium-sized mortuary from the outside, but that doesn't automatically make it's penalty box an adequate final resting place. Simply put, the hockey equivalent of the time out corner at what's soon to be formerly known as "The Joe" is objectively a pretty crappy spot to leave what remains of your husband...

...if your deceased husband's name is anything other than Bob Probert. I'm not even so sure this was an act of symbolism as much as it was an attempt at reconnecting the cremated body of the preeminent bruiser in a generation famous for them with all the blood and sweat he spilled throughout the best years of his life and the glory years of his career. If there was ever a man that treated his 2-to-5-to-10 disciplinary minutes of solitude in a glassed in square as a source of pride instead of a source of shame then it was Bob Probert. To the former Red Wings' forward his presence in the penalty box was a sign of a fight well fought, and now it serves as a sign of a life well lived.

​Bob Probert is officially serving an eternal misconduct, and I bet it has him looking down from the sin bin in the sky with a crooked smile while deriving a twisted amount of pleasure from the sore fists that he broke on some poor bastard's face. Good on his wife for bringing an enforcer's life full circle by forever letting him come to rest in a box that - for one man - is more comforting than pine.