Father O'Malley
> Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning.
>
> It was a fine spring day in his new 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 donkey 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 donkey 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 to be quite a wit and recognizing the
> Irish 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 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."
