An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O

An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley arose 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 o'yer lads to take care of the matter?"

Sergeant Jones, considering himself quite a wit and 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 are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."