An oldie and the worst groaner ever--
The priests at Notre Dame were looking for a replacement bell ringer, and an armless, legless man begged for an audition. Since in his whole life he had wished only to make beautiful music on these famous bells, he was given a chance.
It was pitiful to watch him drag himself to the top of the tower, but even worse to see how he intended to make the bells ring. Since he could not pull the ropes, he threw his body at every bell he played, striking each note with the front of his head. The music, however, was the most joyous thing that anyone had ever heard, and his music and obvious devotion won him the position. Horribly, as he rejoyced, he slipped and fell off the side of the tower to his death.
The policeman invesetigating the accident asked a priest if he knew the name of the poor man.
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(this is bad)
"I don't know his name, but his face rings a bell."
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BUT WAIT -- THERE'S MORE
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(You might want to think twice about going on to read more)
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(OK, you were warned)
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The next day a young man came to the cathedral and asked to audition for the position of bell ringer, and explained that it was his sibling who died. Also, he's very pious and a trained musician. His ability and talent were amazing, and his music brought tears to the eyes of everyone who could hear the bells. Of course, he got the position.
Overjoyed, and overcome with pride to the extent that his eyes filled with tears, and this caused him to slip and plunge to the base of the tower stairs where he died.
As the policeman investigating the terrible coincidence asked questions of a priest, he wondered about the identity of the second man.
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(I warned you -- this is really bad)
"I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
- (a different) Craig