"I married his widow,"

A man walked out into the street and managed to get a
taxi just going by. What luck, he thought, as he slid
into the cab.


"Perfect timing," the cabby said. "You're just like Bill."


"Who?"


"Bill Smith. There's a guy who did everything right,"
the cabby said. "Like my coming along when you needed a
cab. It would have happened like that to Bill every time."


"Nah," the man said to the cabby. "There are always a
few clouds over everybody."


"Not Bill," said the cabby. "He was a terrific athlete.
He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could
golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and
danced like a Broadway star."


"Bill was really something, huh?"


"Oh, yeah," continued the cabby. "Bill had a memory like
a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He knew all
about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything.
Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole neighborhood
blacks out."


"No wonder you remember him," the man said.


"Well, I never actually met Bill," said the cabby.


"Then how in the world do you know so much about him?"


"I married his widow," replied the cabby.