A man in Revelstoke calls his son in Vancouver two days before Easter Long Weekend 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.
“Dad, 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 Thunder Bay and tell her and call your brother in Winnipeg, may as well let him know too.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this!”
She calls Revelstoke immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until we get there. I’m calling my brothers back, and we are all coming home this Friday. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Easter and paying their own way.”