A preacher went to his church office on Monday morning and discovered a
dead mule (jackass to the knowing) 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 health department.

They 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 to eager to call him. The
mayor had a bad temper 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 for a brief prayer and asked the Lord to direct his
response. He was led to say, "Yes, Mayor, it is my job to bury the dead,
but I always like to notify the next of kin first!"