I don’t know his name; but his face sure rings a bell.
So there was this fellow who lived in a town that had a church with a very high bell tower. The guy really wanted to ring the bell, but the good pastor told him it was too dangerous and would not let him. Undeterred, the fellow snuck up the bell tower one night and started ringing away. He was so excited that he accidently stepped in front of the bell, which banged into him with a loud sound, and knocked him out of the tower and he fell to his death. Everyone in town came out to see what the commotion was, and as they were looking at the dead man, someone asked the pastor if he knew the poor guy. The pastor answered, “No, but his face sure rings a bell.”
The guy had an identical twin brother who, after hearing what happened, decided that he wanted to ring the bell. So one night he came into town and snuck up the bell tower. The same thing happened. He got so excited that he stepped in front of the bell, which banged into him with a loud sound, and he also was knocked out of the tower to his death. So again a crowd gathered, and again someone asked the preacher if he knew the poor fellow. The pastor answered, “No, but he’s a dead ringer for that first fellow.”