An Irish Priest
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 Fadder O’Malley at St Brigid’s. Dere’s a jackass lyin dead on me front lawn. Would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’ yer lads to take care of da 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.”
