An Irish priest is transferred to Texas . 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."
