Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning.
It was a fine spring day in his new Edmonton 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 Legislature.
The conversation went like this:
"Good morning. This is Rachel Notley. How can 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?"
Notley, considering herself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought she 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!"
After a moment of dead silence on the line 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."
