On the bus, a woman is sitting in the frontmost seat chatting with the driver:
Woman: When they make a movie about your life, who is going to play you?
Driver: Well, the man who would have played me just died today.
Woman: Oh, Gregory Peck!
Woman: You know that other guy just died, too. David Brinkley. I wonder who's going to be next.
Driver: I dunno.
Woman: Because these things always happen in threes, you know.
Driver: I know.
Woman: What about Cary Grant? Is Cary Grant still alive?
Driver: I don't think so
Woman: Hmm. It'll probably be somebody else, then. Maybe Bob Hope.
Driver: Bob Hope would be good.