Chance and an adventurous heart, now that's some combination, and Brian, you played that hand perfectly.

The chance: finding a $100 bill outside a Kensington High Street patisserie. The adventurous heart: your spontaneous decision to go to New York based on that chance find. Perfect.

If there's ever a story of a life well lived, then it was yours. Asma, your oldest, dearest friend told me what happened this afternoon. I only met you a few times, Brian, and it was obvious even from those handful of occasions, that you were one of the Good people in life; articulate, witty, artistic, non-judgemental; compassionate, and a good friend to one of my good friends.

RIP Brian.