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."
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."
