New Irish Priest in Boston . Father Kelly rose from his bed. .
It was a fine spring day in his new Southie 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 Leone. How might I help you?" .
"And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father Kelly 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 Leone, 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 Kelly then replied: "Aye, that's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin".

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