An Irish priest named Father O'Malley was transferred to Texas.
Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new west Texas mission parish.
He walked to the window to look out on the beautiful day and noticed there was a dead jackass
lying in 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, recognizing the foreign accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good
father, replied, "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.
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we're also obliged to notify the next
of kin first, which is the reason for me call to you."