Brian
A man walked out to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing mate. You're just like Brian"
Passenger: "Who?"
Cabbie: "Brian. He's a guy who did everything right all the time.
Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
Cabbie: "Not Brian. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special."
Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Brian, he could do everything right."
Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."
Cabbie: "Brian, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make them feel good. He would never answer back even if they were in the wrong. And his clothing was so immaculate even his shoes were highly polished. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Brian."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Brian. He died. I'm married to his widow."