a dead ringer

For years, the pastor at the local church would go up a rickety wooden ladder to ring the church bell three times a day. As the years passed, it became more and more difficult for him, so he posted a sign outside, "Bell ringer wanted". Months passed and no one had volunteered, until one day a man with no arms walked into the pastor's office and offered to ring the bell. The pastor blessed the man, but pointed out that there was no way for him to get up the ladder. The man quickly grabbed the ladder in his teeth and got up into the bell tower with no trouble at all. The pastor followed, impressed. He said, that is amazing, but in order to ring the bell, you have to grab the rope and swing it very hard. The man shook his head and said "Watch this". He leaned his head back and slammed it into the bell. The ringing of the bell was loud and true, the pastor was pleased to hear. "Sir that is amazing, but we have to ring the bell each hour a number of times equal to the number of the hour, I couldn't ask you to..." The man cut him off by banging out twelve perfect ringing paens. The pastor was very impressed. "This is all very good. One last thing... when a member of the church dies, we ring the bell for a solid hour..." The man steeled himself, leaned back, back, back and fell from the top of the tower, dead on the sidewalk below. Two old ladies rushed out of the church to see the commotion. One said "Do you know this man?" to which her companion replied "No, but his face rings a bell!"