As the congregation are waiting to enter Notre Dame, a person comes flying out of one of the bell tower windows and lands face down, blood splattered every where.
One of the women screams, “Is that Quasi Modo?!”, and her husband replies “No, but it’s a real dead ringer”.
Sorry!
Here is a similar one:
A man with no arms walks in to a bell tower to apply for a job as the bell-ringer. He finds the proprietor and asks for a job. The proprietor says, "Well, sir, I don't think we'll be able to hire you. You have no arms with which to ring the bell." The man replies, "Sir, please. My father was a bell-ringer, my grandfather was a bell-ringer, I must ring the bells." The proprietor is skeptical, but offers him a trial, the armless man climbs the bell tower and at the appropriate time smashes his face into the bell making the most heavenly sound. He is hired on the spot. On his first day on the job, he once again walks up to the top of the tower he winds, up and smashes his head into the bell. BONG, BONG, BONG. The bell starts swaying back and forth, harder and faster, and eventually swings back and nocks the man out of the tower on to the cobblestones below. A little old man was sitting on a bench by the tower when this happened. A passerby saw as well and asks the old man, "Did you know him?" The old man said, "No, but his face rings a bell."
The next day another man with no arms walks into the same bell tower and applies for a job as the bell-ringer. He speaks with the proprietor who was shocked to find another applicant for the job so soon. The proprietor refused to give the job to the armless man. "No, the last bell-ringer didn't work out. I don't think you would be a good fit for the job." The armless man protested, "Sir, my father was a bell-ringer, my grandfather was a bell-ringer, my brother before me was a bell-ringer in this very tower. It is my destiny to ring the bells." Grudgingly, the proprietor offers him a trial. He too smashes his face into the bell and makes if anything an even sweeter sound than his brother managed. "Alright you are hired, but be careful." The armless man walks up to the top of the tower the next day to ring the bells. He begins to ring the bell with his face, BONG, BONG, BONG. The bell begins to build momentum, and eventually the bell swings back and nocks the man out of the tower on to the cobblestones below. The same little old man was sitting on the bench and a passerby walked by and saw the carnage. "Did you know him?" said the passerby. "No" said the old man, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."