In Paris
I met the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame. He was looking for a new bell ringer. He told me that he had he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into belfry to begin the screening process. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day - when an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!"

"No matter." said the man, "Observe!" And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment, convinced he had finally found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in street below. The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?" "I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell."

Unbelievable, you cry!

It get's weirder though. The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honor life by allowing me to replace him in this duty." The bishop agreed to the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest and dropped dead on the spot.

Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened? Who is this man?" first monk asked breathlessly. "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,

"but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 16:04, 7 replies)

I'm not sorry.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 16:06, closed)

bad scarpe!
in your bed!
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 16:06, closed)

No

(Rimmer, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 16:07, closed)

Hahaha, excellent!

(SimianKid internet faffer, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 17:11, closed)

So, your story is an ancient (and shit) joke?
Is that you, Daddy?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 20:05, closed)

I think you'll find
that technically it's TWO shit jokes.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 21:13, closed)

Ronnie Corbett's producer
thinks otherwise.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 21:22, closed)