The Next of Kin
Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning.
It was a fine spring day in his new Washington D.C. 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 donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.
He promptly called the White House.
The conversation went: "Good morning.
This is Donald Trump, 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 donkey 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?"
Trump, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied: "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 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 me call."