Quasimodo is about to ring the bell for 9:30 am Tuesday when the rope snaps.

He knows he has to ring it but doesn't know how. Then he has an idea. He takes a big run up and uses his face to ring it. Bloodied and cut he does it again. Battered and bruised he does it one more time, but the bell swings back and knocks him off the tower down to the floor below. 

Lying dead in a bloody heap, he's surrounded by towns people. One guy says "who's that?"

His pal said "I don't know, but his face rings a bell."