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 the Senator's office.   How might I help you?"

"And the best of the day 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?"

The Senator, 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."