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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. Just then, 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
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! There's more . . .

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless companologist, 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 honour his life by allowing me to replace
him in this duty".

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


( . . . Wait for it . . . )








(. . . It's worth it. . . )











. . He's a dead ringer for his brother.

 

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Nice one Phil

 

That was very funny

 

Was a bit worried about how clean this joke might be though when I first cast my eye on it and saw BISHOP

 

<thinks to self> Hhhhmmmm....now what could I possibly comment on here

 

Fabulous gag, excellently tolled, Phil

Must have been good - even the Missus J laughed - rare indeed