Accremonious
02-23-2007, 12:27 AM
Years ago we had a driver I ran with out of Bowmanville who always had a new yarn of some sort. This is one of his favorites!
In a small town somewhere in Quebec that had only one church, their bell ringer suddenly passed away. After the funeral without having the bells rung, the parishioners pleaded with the Priest to hire a new bell ringer as "we have always had one"! Finally after some days of advertising and no response a little man without any arms (a Thalidomide victim) approaches the Father and pleads for the job. But how can you ring the bell if you cannot grasp the rope, the Priest asked? Just let me try and I will show you, because I desperately need the job, Father.
So they climbed up into the belfry for him to demonstrate. He said I will run up to the bell and hit it with the side of my face. With that he takes a great run at the bell, trips in the rope and falls out through the side opening and down onto the pavement below, dead! The priest hurries down the ladder and is met beside the corpse by several towns folk and the village cop. The officer asks, "Father do you know this man?" No sir, but his face rings a bell! So after he administers the last rites and a brief funeral without the bells being rung.
The Father readvertises. Soon after another armless man, (the identical twin brother) arrives and pleads for the job. The Priest says, I can't let you have the because the last person like you who tried, failed and died in the process. Oh but Father, I will not fail because I will run up to the bell and grasp the rope in my teeth and ring it, let me show you. So up the ladder they go and low and behold the little guy takes a running leap to sink his molars into the rope, misses and lands on the pavement below, dead like his brother before him. And again the parishioners and the town cop meet around the body with the Priest. Father, and do you know this man? No sir, but he is a dead ringer for his brother!
God bless you Peter Simmersen! Your humor made the roads shorter!
In a small town somewhere in Quebec that had only one church, their bell ringer suddenly passed away. After the funeral without having the bells rung, the parishioners pleaded with the Priest to hire a new bell ringer as "we have always had one"! Finally after some days of advertising and no response a little man without any arms (a Thalidomide victim) approaches the Father and pleads for the job. But how can you ring the bell if you cannot grasp the rope, the Priest asked? Just let me try and I will show you, because I desperately need the job, Father.
So they climbed up into the belfry for him to demonstrate. He said I will run up to the bell and hit it with the side of my face. With that he takes a great run at the bell, trips in the rope and falls out through the side opening and down onto the pavement below, dead! The priest hurries down the ladder and is met beside the corpse by several towns folk and the village cop. The officer asks, "Father do you know this man?" No sir, but his face rings a bell! So after he administers the last rites and a brief funeral without the bells being rung.
The Father readvertises. Soon after another armless man, (the identical twin brother) arrives and pleads for the job. The Priest says, I can't let you have the because the last person like you who tried, failed and died in the process. Oh but Father, I will not fail because I will run up to the bell and grasp the rope in my teeth and ring it, let me show you. So up the ladder they go and low and behold the little guy takes a running leap to sink his molars into the rope, misses and lands on the pavement below, dead like his brother before him. And again the parishioners and the town cop meet around the body with the Priest. Father, and do you know this man? No sir, but he is a dead ringer for his brother!
God bless you Peter Simmersen! Your humor made the roads shorter!