When Quasimodo died, the priest posted notices all over town that he
needed a new bell-ringer. No one in town wanted the job, since the
hours were terrible and the working conditions lousy, so the priest got
worried. One day an out-of-towner applied for the job. Problem was he
had no arms, and the priest asked how he could ring the bells. "Just
watch me!" he said, and they went up to the bell tower. Suddenly the man
ran full tilt into the bell and struck it with his head, letting forth
a majestic CLANGGG!! Well, the priest really needed a bell-ringer, and
if this guy was going to do the job, however strangely, fine. So he was
hired and dutifully rang the bells.
One morning he came to the tower with a nasty hangover, and he was so
out of it he couldn't see straight. So when he ran up to the bell to
butt it with his head, he missed, went sailing out the window, and fell
250 feet to his death. The townspeople, not knowing who he was, got very
concerned and gathered around his corpse. Along came the priest.
"Father, do you know this man?" they asked. "No I don't. But, his face
rings a bell."