Subject: Father O'Malley

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 Daschle. How
might I help you?"


"And the best of the day to yourself. This is Father O'Malley at
St.Brigid's. There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn.  Would yea be so
kind as to send a couple o' yer lads to take care of the matter?"


Senator Daschle, 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.