OK, this is going to hurt. Please brace yourselves.
Sadly, Quasimodo one day died, and so the Bishop of Paris put up an advert for a new bellringer for Notre Dame. Weeks passed with no luck, until one day a man appeared at the door.

"Welcome" said the bishop. "Are you here for the job?"

"Yes" said the bloke "I am the best bellringer north of Lyon."

"Really?"

"Really."

The bishop obviously wanted to see the quality of his work, so with the curate, they all 3 climbed up into Notre Dame's belltower. The man got to work, producing the most sensational campanology ever heard. The bishop and the curate were moved to tears, when suddenly, oh tragedy of tragedies, the biggest bell swung round and smacked him clean in the face, sending him flying off the edge and to his death in the street below.

"My goodness" cried the curate. "Who was that man?"

"I don't know" replied the bishop. "But his face rang a bell."


I'm sorry. I wish that was it, but there's more.


Two weeks later, still no closer to finding a new bell ringer, the bishop was close to giving up when a new man arrived for the job.

"Hello" he said. "I believe you have a position for a bellringer."

"We do my son" replied the bishop. "Sadly our last candidate fell from the roof to his death."

"I know" said the newcomer. "That man was my identical twin. I would like to apply for his job."

So once again, the curate, the bishop and the budding campanologist climbed to the belfry. The bellringer set about his work, letting loose a symphony of peals that may have come from God himself, when all of a sudden, disaster fell! A rope became tangled round the man's legs, and he was tripped and toppled over the edge of the tower to his doom below.

"Oh cruel fate" cried the curate. "And again we did not even know his name."

"I know" replied the bishop sadly. "But he was a dead ringer for his brother."


I'll leave now.
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