A clergyman awoke one morning to find a dead donkey in his front
yard. He had no idea how it got there, but he knew he had to get rid of
it. So, he called the sanitation department, the health department, and
several other agencies, but no one seemed able to help him. In
desperation, the good reverend called the mayor and asked what should be
done. The mayor must have been having a bad day. "Why bother
me?" he asked. "You’re a clergyman. It’s your job to bury the
dead." The pastor lost his cool. "Yes," he snapped,
"But I thought I should at least notify the next-of-kin."