I was looking after my brothers cat when he called me to see how she was.
Me: She’s dead.
Brother: OMG, you don’t break bad news like that!
Me: How, then?
Brother: You say that you’re afraid you have bad news. Your cat escaped outside, and chased a possum up onto the roof. Unfortunately, the cat fell, and while you did everything you could, the cat couldn’t be saved.
Me: I understand, my apologies.
Brother: Anyway, hows Mum doing?
Me: Well, she was up on the roof, chasing a possum…