A preacher arrived at his church one morning to discover a dead donkey in the churchyard. He immediately called the police. Since there did not appear to be any foul play, the police referred the preacher to the health department.
The health department said since there was no immediate health threat, he should call the sanitation department.
The sanitation manager said he could not pick up the beast without prior 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.
Immediately, the mayor 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 took a deep break the compose himself and said, “Yes, Mayor, it is my job to bury the dead, but I always like to notify the next of kin first!”