Father Quinn rose from his bed early 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 Quinn 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 ......
Then Father Quinn replied: 'Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.'
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 ......
Then Father Quinn replied: 'Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.'
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