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 decided that he would conduct
the interviews personally and went up into the 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 man tripped and plunged headlong
out of the belfry window to his death in the 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."

WAIT! WAIT! Don't groan yet, there's more!!

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due 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 that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.

"I pray that you honor his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."

The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, but as the armless man's brother stooped to
pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest and died 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?" the first monk asked breathlessly.

"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,........

"...But he's a dead ringer for his brother."