Ok, here goes the follow up to 238:
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for a new bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch who 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's happened? Who is this man?" asked the first breatheless monk.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
AIIIGH!
Okay, let me in on this...
Distraught over the deaths, the next day the bishop insisted that the huge bell tower be removed, the belfry stairs boarded up, and the bells melted down into much smaller handbells and even a miniature carillon. After the work was complete, and the first mass called by a score of ringers standing not at the top of a tower, but on solid earth below, a young priest sullenly asked the Bishop, "Father, I much preferred the huge peals of our grand tower. Do you really like the sounds of these pipsqueaks?"
The Bishop replied "Of course! I love my tiny Beltones!"
LOL.
Do you hire out for partys?