On the Lawn

Father O''Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his new Washington, DC 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 US Senate for assistance.

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

"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?"

Senator Kerry, considering herself 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, that''s certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."


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