An old Cavan man calls up his son in London and says, "Listen, your mother and I are getting divorced. Forty-five 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,” he says. "I'm sick of her face, and I'm sick of talking about this, so call your sister in New York and tell her," and he hangs up.
Now, the son is worried. So he calls up his sister in New York.