A church's bell ringer passed away, and they began looking for a new one. One day a man with no arms showed up to apply. The priest wasn't sure the man could do the job, but he convinced the priest to let him try. The man climbed the bell tower, got a running start, and charged face-first into the bell, producing the most beautiful melody. He got the job.
For several years, the man rang the bell successfully. Then one day he slipped, missed the bell, and fell off the tower, plunging to his death. A large crowd gathered around the motionless man. A police officer asked, "Does anyone know this man?" Someone yelled back, "No, but his face rings a bell."
Several months later, the dead bell ringer's twin brother, who also had no arms, came in and applied for the bell ringer position. He explained he'd learned all he knew about bell ringing from his brother. The priest hired him on the spot. The new bell ringer did his job flawlessly for several years, but one day he also slipped and fell off the tower, plunging to his death.
Again, a group gathered, and a police officer asked, "Does anyone know this man?" From the back of the crowd, someone responded, "No, but he's a dead ringer for the last one."