A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego two days before Christmas and says, ‘I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough.
‘Pop, what are you talking about?’ the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,’ the father says. ‘We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Denver and tell her.’