The Bell Ringer

• PassiveIncome1

  1 Jan 09, 10:00

  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! I'm not through yet}

   

  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, and, 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,

  
  
  
  

  {wait for it....}

  
  
  

  "But he's a dead ringer for his brother."
• jayh272416

  1 Jan 09, 11:02

  lolz

• skeujin

  1 Jan 09, 11:05

  finally something fresh

• pewpew

  1 Jan 09, 16:25

  Im like between -___________- and now.

• Pentaxdude90

  1 Jan 09, 21:45

  appreciate, humour pewpew.

• pewpew

  1 Jan 09, 23:12

  appreciate, humour pewpew. oh god, dont start this again.

• maskedangel

  1 Jan 09, 23:21

  nice one !