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.Brigids.
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 moment.
Then, Father O'Malley replied: "Aye, tis certainly true, but we are also
obliged to notify the next of kin."
