The master bell ringer.

For years, the campanile rang beautifully, under the guidance of a master bell ringer.
But one day, the bell ringer fell from the tower, dying instantly.
The distraught bishop advertised for a replacement.
The next day, the bell ringer's brother appeared and requested an audition.
The bishop sadly took him to the tower.
As the man bent to lift the hammer, he suffered a heart attack.
He, too, plunged to his death.
A monk ran up the stairs and said to the bishop, "My God! How terrible! What was his name?"
Replied the weeping bishop, "I don't know, but he's a dead ringer for his brother!"