A farmer named Clancey lived alone in the Irish countryside except for a pet dog he cherished. The dog grew old and died. Clancey went to the priest, saying, "Father, the dog is dead. Could you possibly be saying a mass for the poor creature?"
Father Mike told the farmer, "No, we can't have services for an animal in the church; however, there's a new denomination down the road apiece...not sure of their beliefs...but maybe they'll do something for the animal."
Clancey said, "I'll go right now. By the way, do you think $50,000 is enough to donate for the service?"
Father Mike replied, "why didn't you tell me the dog was catholic!"