>>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 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 long moment. > >Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true, but we are also required to notify the next of kin."