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. Tis 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 moment. Father O’Malley then replied:
‘Aye, tis certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.’
Thanks to Dennis S. for sending this in!