I always rang my parents regularly, so they wouldn't ring me unless there was news. And what news would people in their 70s have? I always dreaded the answering machine message "please call". I'd return the call to find a much loved aunt was no longer with us. As my mum was the youngest of eight, these were reasonably frequent calls.
So I picked up the phone with dread after one of these please-call messages, and it turned out my dad won a gong! Equivalent of an MBE, I think, and totally unexpected to him and me.