An Irish priest was transferred to Texas .  Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning.  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. Ann 's Catholic Church.  There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn and 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 the 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 first, which is the reason for my call."