A man walks into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by.

A man walks into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabby says, Perfect timing. You're just like Frank. Passenger: Who? Cabby: Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right - all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time. Passenger: There are always a few clouds over everybody. Cabby: Not Frank Feldman. 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 Cabby: There's more.......He had a memory like a computer. Could remember 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 Frank Feldman, he could do everything right. Passenger. Wow, some guy then. Cabby: 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 Frank, he never made a mistake Passenger. Mmm, there's not many like him around. Cabby: And he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good and 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 Frank Feldman. Passenger: An amazing fellow. How did you meet him? Cabby: Well, I never actually met Frank. Passenger: Then how do you know so much about him? Cabby: I married his freakin' widow.