....and I recognize that it's old, but for those who have yet to hear it...
Quasimodo was the bell ringer at the Notre Dame Cathedral in France. Had the job for many years, but eventually died. Normally, the bishop would just appoint one of the monks to handle the job, but this time he decided to open it up to anyone. So, people flocked to apply and the bishop listened to each one as they rang the bell. One day a man asks the bishop is he can apply...the bishop looks at him and says.."Well, son, certainly you can apply, but I have to state the obvious.....you have no arms."
"I know, sir, but I assure you that I can do the job" the man replies. "OK" says the bishop, "let's go see what you can do", and they go to the bell tower. At the tower, the armless man kicks the bell to get it going and then proceeds to pummel the bell with his head, his face, his torso,...everything.
The bishop thinks to himself..."this is the silliest thing I've ever seen..but,..the guy can ring the bell and besides, he has no arms....what else can he do", so he says "My friend, the job is yours!" "Oh thank you sir," the man cries and he jumps for joy. In doing so, however, he fall over the tower wall and to the ground...dead. The bishop races down the stairs, the monks see what has happened and they come running...."Bishop", they cry..."What happened?...and who is this man?"
The bishop shakes his head..."I never got his name, but I'll tell you this....(here it comes)....His face sure rings a bell".
WAIT....It gets worse......
The next day, the bishop is walking the grounds, really bummed. A man comes up to him and says "Bishop, I know what happened yesterday and I'd like to apply for the bell ringers job....You see, sir, I am the brother of the man who died yesterday, and every time I ring the bell, I'll do it in honor of my dead brother." The bishop considers it and thinks to himself..."Well, it sounds legitimate and this guy does have all of his appendages, so he says.. "OK, let's go to the tower and see what you can do."
At the top the man proceeds to ring the bell in the conventional manner, by pulling on the bell rope. The bishop says "OK, son, you've got the job." The man is thrilled, and so thankful. But, as they turn to leave, he trips on the bell rope and falls down the stairs....BAM, BAM, BAM....to the bottom where he dies..... As before, the bishop rushes to his side and the monks again come running...."Bishop, not again?...and who is this man?" The bishop shakes his head and says..."You know, I didn't get his name either, but I know this about him....He's a dead ringer for his brother".
** A pun is the worst form of humor,...unless you think of it first.**