A man  walked out to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He
 got into the taxi, and the cabbie said,

 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
"F******  widow.""