An Irish cleric was moved to Texas.

One morning, Father O’Malley arose from his bed.

It was a fine spring day in his new west Texas mission ward.

To take in the beautiful day outside, he walked to his bedroom’s window.

After that, he realized that a jackass was dead in the middle of his front yard.

He immediately contacted the nearby police station.

The conversation progressed as follows:

“Hello, morning! Sergeant Jones is here. How can I assist you?

“And yourself, the best of the day. Father O’Malley at St. Ann’s Catholic Church is shown here. Would you be so kind as to send a few of your guys to deal with the jackass that is dead in my front yard?

“Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!” replied Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the foreign accent. Despite the fact that he would have a little fun with the good father, Sergeant Jones.

For a considerable amount of time, there was complete silence on the line. Father O’Malley then responded:

“Yes, it is definitely true; However, we are also required to notify the surviving family members first, which is why I called.