An Irish priest 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 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 of o’yer lads to take care of the matter?”
Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the foreign accent, though 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 are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call.”
