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 U.S. Senate for assistance.
The conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Senator Daschle. How might I help?"
"And the best of the day te 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?"
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!"
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, that's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."
The conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Senator Daschle. How might I help?"
"And the best of the day te 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?"
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!"
Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, that's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin."
I see the resemblance!