I am the Shiva Guy. When a member of my temple's congregation loses a family member, it is my job to take prayer books to the
house of mourning, where at least 10 people of bar/bat mitzvah age or above pray twice daily. And eat -- mostly bagels, lox and cream cheese and fruit, but those particular menu items aren't mandatory.
When I heard his voice on my office voice mail, I knew right away that I'd like him. My girlfriend in San Francisco had just left a message forewarning me of this eligible divorcé's phone call.