In Quasimodo's old age, his arthritis grew so bad that he could no longer ring the bells. In desperation, he began to ring the bells by bashing his head against them repeatedly. This made him so dizzy that he fell from the belltower to his death on the streets below. A minute later, two priests were passing by. The first priest said "Say, don't we know that man?" And the second priest said "Well, I can't remember his name ... but his face rings a bell".
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
In Liverpool - Suzanne Vega