"If you're going to be like that then go to your room until you can put a smile on your face."
I can still hear my mother or father speaking to me that way in polite but firm tones. We were not permitted to be publicly miserable in my family. Seriously, it was considered poor taste, bad manners.
The result was a happy, although phony household. That wasn't all bad. It's easier to grow up without anger than with anger, and for that I am thankful.