After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop spent two days observing applicants demonstrate their skills but no-one was up to the mark and he decided to call it a day. Just then an armless man approached him and asked if he could aply for the job.
The bishop was incredulous "You have no arms!"
"No matter" said the man, "Watch" and he began to strike the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody.
The bishop listened in amazement, convinced he had at last found a replacement for Quasimodo. But, as the man rushed forward to ring the bell again he tripped on the rope and fell headfirst out of the belfry window to his death on the street below.
The stunned bishop raced down to the street where a crowd had gathered round the fallen figure. As they parted to allow the bishop through one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?"
"I don't know his name" said the bishop, "but his face rings a bell"
(WAIT - there's more.)
The following day another man approached the Cathedral and asked to see the bishop. "Your excellency", he said, "I am the brother of the poor armless soul who fell to his death from the belfry, i pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him."
The bishop agreed to give him an interview, on reaching the bells the man picked up the mallet to strike the first bell and suddenly clutched his chest, groaned, fell to the floor and died on the spot!
Two monks hearing the bishops cries of shock rushed up the stairs to aid him. "What happened? Who is this man?" the first monk said.
"I don't know his name" said the bishop, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
ok, u can groan now
