My best man was a woman that had been my best friend since the year dot, purely platonic, just mutual respect and genuine unromantic love for each other.
She spoke for something like two or three minutes, initially just saying things like everyone knows Jean is a stand-up nice guy, and will always have your back, yada, yada.
She then smashed it out of the park by finishing with;
Few people, probably including lucky Nicole, his bride, know why I love and respect him totally.
Jean and I were at a party when he visited me one winter when I was at university in Toulouse, France, and we got snowed in by a flash blizzard, couldn't get out of the house, and had to sleep there.
It was so cold that I crawled under Jean's duvet for warmth, he kissed my forehead, turned his back, and went straight to sleep, who wouldn't love a guy who could do that?