Father O'Malley rose from his bed. 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 jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The exchange went like this ...
"Good morning, this is Sergeant Muldoon. How might I help you?"
"And the best of the day to 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 Muldoon, 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 moment. Father O'Malley then replied, "Aye, tis certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."