Thread: Bananas Humor (used loosely) Double Whammy

After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the cathedral of
Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bellringer
was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the
interviews. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he
decided to call it a day when a lone, armless man approached him and
announced that he was there to apply for the bellringers job. The bishop
was incredulous. "You have no arms!" "No matter," said the
man, "observe!" He then began striking the bells with his face, producing
a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in
astonishment, convinced that he had finally found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo. Suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless
man tripped, and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the streetbelow. 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 that man?" "I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face rings a bell."

(You want more, you say?)

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed
heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist (now there's a trivia question), the bishop continued his interviews for the bellringer 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?" the first breathlessly asked, "Who is this man?" "I don't
know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "But he's a deadringer for
his brother."