My grandma used to get pissed that he'd make a joke of everything. His answer was that he never deviated from the ridiculous. It's a calling I'm happy to have inherited.
This was also the guy who would wave out the window of his moving car at random pedestrians and bust out with a friendly, "Hello, Fred!" Often, if you'd ask him when you were going to see him again, or when he was going to New York, or when should you call, he would answer, "Thursday at four." Arbitrary specificity. That's ridiculous.