An elderly man in Hobart calls his son in Sydney and tells him "I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing - 45 years of misery is enough."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says, "and I'm sick of talking about this, so you can call your sister in Brisbane and tell her." He hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes. "Like heck they're getting divorced," she yells. "I'll take care of this."
She immediately calls her father and screeches at him "You are not getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm ringing my brother and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, nothing - do you hear me!".
The old man hangs up and turns to his wife. "OK," he says, "they're coming for Christmas and paying their own airfares."
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