An Irish priest was transferred to the St Johns Catholic Church (Glenelg). Father O’Malley rose from his bed one morning. 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 donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.
Not knowing who else to call, 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 ter yer good self. This is Father O’Malley at St. John’s Catholic Church. There’s a donkey lying dead right in der middle of me front lawn.”
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 the last rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a long moment and then Father O’Malley replied, “Ah, ‘to be sure, that is true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.”