Drop the Dead Donkey

[Mr T.]

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's air  outside.  It was then he noticed a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.

He promptly called the Whitehouse for assistance. The conversation went like this:

"Good morning.  This is George W Bush. How might I help you?"

"And the best of the day te yerself.  This is Father O'Malley at St. Brigit's.  There's a jackass lying dead on me front lawn.  Would ye be so kind as to send a couple o' yer lads over to take care of the matter?"

Now Bush, 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, that's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."