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 Sullivan. 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 Sullivan. 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 Sullivan, 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 polished too. 
He was the perfect man! 
He never made a mistake. 
No one could ever measure up to Brian Sullivan."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. 
How did you meet him?" 

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Brian. 
  
He died. I'm married to his f*****g widow."