Father O"Malley

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.
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> He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle
of his
front lawn. He promptly called the local police station.
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> The conversation went like this:
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> "Good morning. This is Sergeant Flaherty. How might I help
you?"
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> "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?"
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> Sergeant Flaherty, 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!"
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> There was dead silence on the line for a long moment.
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> Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, that's certainly true, but
we are
also obliged to notify the next of kin."