Father O'Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his new Washington, DC parish having just transferred from Ireland. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jack@ss lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He had heard that the US Senate was able to take care of any problems so he promptly called the Senate for assistance. The conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Senator Ted Kennedy. How might I help you?" Father O'Malley certainly thought that it was providential that a fine Irishman with the name of Kennedy would answer the phone. "And the best of the day te yerself, Senator. This is Father O'Malley at St. Brigid's. There's a jack@ss 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 Kennedy, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people were in charge of taking care of last rites!" There was dead silence on the line for a long moment. Father O'Malley then replied "Aye, Mr. Kennedy! That's certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin!"