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. You're just like Brian"

 Passenger: "Who?"

 Cabbie: "Brian . He's a guy who did everything right all the time.

 Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to Brian , every single 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: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them.

 But Brian, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if
 she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. 

 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 bloody widow!"