50 years ago, =
a preacher went to his church office on Monday morning and discovered a =
dead mule in the church yard. He called the police. Since there did not =
appear to be any foul play, the police referred the preacher to the =
The Health =
Department said since there was no health threat that he should call the =
Sanitation Department. The Sanitation manager said he could not pick up =
the mule without authorization from the Mayor.
Now the =
preacher knew the mayor and was not too eager to call him. The Mayor had =
a bad temper, wanted his own way on everything and was generally hard to =
deal with, but the preacher called him anyway. The Mayor did not =
disappoint; he immediately began to rant and rave at the pastor and =
finally said, "Why did you call me anyway? Isn’t it your job to =
bury the dead?"
The preacher =
paused a moment, then said, "Yes, Mayor, it is my job to bury the =
dead, but I always like to notify the next of kin =
[reprint from =
the Grif.Net 01/07/97 – proving my humor has always been =
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"