A bloke's wife goes missing while holidaying on the North Queensland coast.
He spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of
pretty miserable policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.
The Sarge says, "Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news and maybe some really good news".
"Well," says the bloke, "You'd better let me have it both barrels, what's the bad news?"
The Sarge says, "I'm really sorry pal, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead."
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear this and has a bit of a turn.
After a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news
The sarge says, "Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of legal muddies in and around her wetsuit,
so we've brought you your share." And he hands the bloke a sugar bag with
a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.
"Geez thanks. They're bloody beaut... I guess it's an ill wind and all that.
Now, what's the really good news?" "Well", the Sarge says, "me and young
Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there
and pull her up again!....you fancy comin' with us?"
Every day above ground is a good day