Next Of Kin

[uk666]

Next Of Kin

A priest from Ireland was assigned to a Texas diocese. 

One morning, 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 to yourself. 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 of your 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.”