A priest from Ireland was assigned to a Texas diocese.
One morning, Father O'Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day
In his new Texas mission parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom
To get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there
Was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly
Called the local police station. The conversation went like this:
"Good morning, this is Sergeant Jones, how might I help you?"
"And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St.
Brigid's . There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn. Would ye be so
Kind as to send a couple O yer lads to take care of the matter?"
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a
Smirk, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people
Took care of last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment.
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true, but we are also
Obliged to notify the next of kin."
A small chuckle
