25 Nov 2010

Last Rites

Father O'Malley rose from his bed bright and early..  It was a fine spring day in his new West 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 Texas Rangers station.

The conversation went like this: "Good morning.  This is Sergeant Flaherty.  How might I help you?"

"Ahh 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?"

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!"

There was dead silence on the line for a brief moment...

Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, that's certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."

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