Re: Irish Priest Transferred to Texas...
A newly transferred Irish priest, Father O'Malley, rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new west Texas parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of fresh air from the beautiful day outside. Father O'Malley noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn and promptly called the police.
The conversation went like this: "Good morning; this is Sergeant Morrison, how may I help you?"
"And the best of the day to yourself, Sergeant. This is Father O'Malley at St. Anne's Catholic Church. There's a jackass 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 Morrison considered himself to be quite a wit and, recognizing the foreign 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 as the priest paused. Finally Father O'Malley replied, "Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call."