Irish Wit

Father Murphy looks out his window one morning and sees a dead jackass on the lawn.

He telephones the police station and says: "There is a dead jackass lying on my lawn. Can you send a few fellows over to take him away?

"I thought that Last Rites was your business," says the policeman.

( Fr. Murphey remains silent for a couple of seconds...)
And then he says: "but first we must notify the next of kin."