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justhangn
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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 dead ringer for his brother."
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 dead ringer for his brother."
At least I didn't reply to that thread.