father O'Malley got up one fine spring morning and walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside and noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation
went something like this: "What a grand morinin it is. This is Sgt. Flaherty! How might I help ye?"
"This is father O'Malley at St.Bridget's. There's a jackass lying dead on me front lawn. Would ye mind sending a couple o'yer lads to take care of the matter?"
Sgt.Flaherty considered himself to be quite a wit so the rest of the conversation proceeded: "Well, now father, it was always my impression that you people always took care of the last rites!"
There was dead silence on the line for a moment and then father O'Malley replied: "Aye, that's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."
