A car was involved in an accident in a street. As expected a large crowd gathered. A newspaper reporter, anxious to get his story could not get near the car.
Being a clever sort, he started shouting loudly, "Let me through! Let me through! I am the son of the victim."
The crowd made way for him.
Lying in front of the car was a donkey.
A vicar of a country parish looked out of his window one morning and saw a dead donkey in a field. He phoned the council to report it and the clever dick at the council said "I thought it was the job of the clergy to bury the dead".
"It is" replied the vicar "I was merely informing the next of kin"