Father O’Malley, an Irish priest, is transferred to Texas. On his first day in the new rectory he 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 and outside air.
He then noticed there was a jackass laying 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 ta yerself. This is Father O’Malley at St. Brigid’s. There’s a jackass laying dead all over me front lawn. Would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’ yer lads around to take care o’ 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 ast rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment. Father O’Malley then replied: “Aye, lad, tis certainly true, but we’re also obliged to notify the next o’ kin.”
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