A guy and caught a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing. You're just like Brian"
The passenger says, "Who?"
"Brian Sullivan," says the cabbie. "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."
The passenger says, "Well...there are always a few clouds over everybody."
"Not Brian," says the cabbie. "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."
"Sounds like he was something really special," says the passenger.
"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. 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."
At this point, the passenger is pretty impressed with this 'Brian' guy. "He sounds like an amazing guy. How did you meet him?"
And the cabbie says, "Well, I never actually met Brian. He died. I'm married to his damn widow."