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. 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
obliged to notify the next of kin.'
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
obliged to notify the next of kin.'
