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 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 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.""