Two Degrees of Brushes With Fame

Yes, I know, we've finished with the whole Brushes With Fame thing.  And yet, I heard a story today that was the most perfect Brush With Fame, I just have to share it.

I was at a "celebration of life/memorial service" for a theatre critic who had recently passed away.  People were taking turns at the microphone telling stories (some sad, most funny) about the deceased.  One told a story about how, about a zillion years ago, Tom walked into a bathroom and heard the sounds of someone not, er, feeling very well.  Tom called out to the man and asked if he was ok and if there was anything he (Tom) could do to help.  The man asked if Tom would hold his hair while he threw up.  Tom, of course, agreed.  The man?  Errol Flynn.

Beat that.