Father O’Malley, the Irish priest, rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new parish in America. 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. Ann’s Catholic Church. There’s a jackass lying dead in me front lawn, and 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 the last rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment, and then, Father O’ Malley replied: “Aye, ’tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.”
—Submitted by Thomas Stockton