TIMOTHY J. COUGHLIN: A Face
that guy? That's what the copy shop clerk wanted to know
when a customer came to pick up the funeral photos of
Timothy J. Coughlin. That's what his wife, Maura, wanted
to know when she first spotted his "big Irish face" in a
downtown bar. People were drawn to him before he even
opened his mouth, often to tell a bawdy joke or display
his distinctive vocabulary ("Great lair!" he would say to
But there was plenty of substance to back up his
friendly appearance. When Mr. Coughlin was not trading
treasury securities at Cantor Fitzgerald, golfing, or
taking his children -- Ryann, 4, Sean, 2, and Riley, 9
months old -- to the carousel in Central Park, he was
planning social gatherings.
"I called him a friendship hawk because he was just so
good at circling back and seeing how friends were doing,"
said Frank Coughlin, one of his three brothers.
Timothy Coughlin was the kind of man who gave the
towel guy at the gym his start on Wall Street. The
doorman from the Coughlins's Upper East Side building was
at the funeral. "I said something smug about how Timmy
was so generous," Frank Coughlin recalled. "He said, `No,
it wasn't that. It was that Timmy was my friend.'"